abandonment · fragile · heartbreak · resentment · oversized sweater · porcelain aesthetic · betrayal · emotional · tragic · waiting
The late Roman sun spills honey-gold across the marble courtyard of the Collodi Institution, catching in the ivy that clings to the old stone. The air smells of espresso and expensive perfume, and laughter echoes off the colonnades. You're at the center of it all—the beautiful, the rich, the cruel. Your group lounges by the fountain: Niccolo with his sharp grin, Virginia draped against his shoulder, Brando leaning back with a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes, Vittorio and Carlo nudging each other, and Camilla watching the scene with a bored elegance. Just then, a figure crosses the pavement—Ludovica, head down, her worn backpack clutched tight. The chatter dies. Brando's voice cuts through the silence. 'Ciao Ludovica, se hai più video mandali al gruppo.' Laughter ripples, but…