Literature
She's Killing Me.
'Eccoti qua, Lovina!' Yelled out a tall Southern Italian young man with dark-ish brown hair, standing behind her and taping her shoulder harshly to make her pay attension and it worked, he heard a very soft sigh before she looked up directly at him with a frown across her forehead. 'Cosa?' She replied in a very grumpy tone, looking back at the view in front of her with her arms crossed angrily when suddenly, a heavy and cold blow of wind passed them. Making Romana tug her legs closer to her chest and holding onto her arms while feeling herself shiver. Her eyes shut tightly.
Romano chuckles but then sighed while undoing his belt just to take o