sticks and stones -- eden&&dante
Tuscany in December; though it seemed more warm that it should, Eden felt a chill run up her spine. She had barely been back home for a week and already she was worn thin with all the decisions upon her arrival. Her father's estate needed tending to, the house and land was to be sold to a family on the other side of their land who wished to expand their winery. Eden had no qualms with this, she told them to tear the house down and use all the land. She didn't care. There was no joy left in that home. The sale of the property left her mother and father's possessions in limbo; while Eden took a great deal of her father's office and living furniture and used it to furnish her new apartment, she had opted to dispose of and sell anything belonging to her mother.Â
Except those letters.
The letters would remain in her chest of drawers, locked away in a small box. She would leave them there until she found someone she trusted, someone she could put her faith in... to find the men responsible for horrid acts from that night.
Eden had found herself lost in thought once again, wandering down the alleyway nearest her apartment and keen on heading toward the courtyard when she happened upon a stranger sitting on the ground. Blinking, Eden leaned closer, gripping her bag of groceries. "Signore... stai bene? Are you all right?" She asked, still keeping her distance in case the man was of ill repute, she didn't need any more drama and she really wasn't in the mood to fend of some unknown stranger.
