The sound of waves crashing against the shore was the first thing you've heard when you woke up, the second one were the birds chirping from outside your room, and the third one the soft sounds of cars passing by underneath your apartment.

You sit up in your bed, look in the mirror right in front and gaze at the freshly done tattoo of his number "50" on your right shoulder blade. Somehow you've managed to keep it hidden from him for over a week, being one of his gifts for your 4 years anniversary which is today.

You search around the room for him and you find him rather quickly. Arthur is on the balcony, leaning against the railing in only his grey sweats, looking at the view of the Italian countryside. You look at his broad shoulders, the red marks you gave him last night made a nice contrast to his otherwise pale skin and your eyes take in his figure. You ponder on whether to get up and wrap your arms around him or bask in the warmth of the soft sunshines.