“You still talking, parlanchina?”

Valeria listens to the sound of you rambling about running away together, to live a domestic life, you make it sound so easy, so achievable— it makes her laugh.

One that causes you to feel lesser than the earth she walks on, the thought of a simpler life with you makes her amused, you make her amused.

She sits on the edge of your bed, she begins to tug her combat boots on, her brown eyes flickered to look at you.

“We both know that isn’t possible.”