Oliver was surprised when he heard rumors Erin was back in Florence, and for the ease of simplicity he wanted to believe them. He had met new people, started letting himself feel things again and he didn’t want that ruined. But still, his heart urned for it to be true, to be able to even just see her through the window of her favorite coffee shop as he walked by, a content smile on her face. He had finally gotten to that stage, just wanting her to be content and happy like he was trying to be.
He was even more surprised when she asked to meet up and just talk. This screamed danger, his instincts knowing that seeing her could so easily take him right to a flood of ever good memory they ever shared and ruining any progress he’d made since she left. He should have said no, but of course he didn’t. Erin was his biggest weakness and he knew that would never change.
So he agreed and now here he sat, bouncing his leg nervously as he waited, unsure of what emotions would come up when he got to look into her eyes for the first time in what seems like forever. But oh god was he dying to know. Oliver knew this was probably emotional torture he was self inflicting. His stomach twisted into knots when he saw her walk through the door and he though of slipping out the back. But if she was willing to put herself out there to talk, he should do the same. The sound of her voice eased his nerves like a flood of novicane, allowing him to settle in to his seat and great her with a soft smile. “Hey you.” His tone was soft, the words laced with a slight playful tone out of habit. “It’s nice to know the rumors I’ve heard about you coming back are true. I’d accepted I’d never seen you again ry… Erin.”
after the whole breakup had ended, they’d talked a few times of course, but erin had kept her distance. via mutual friends, she’d sometimes picked up some bits and pieces of information about what oliver had been up to since she packed up and left. it wasn’t much though, and this meant she had no idea what she was actually walking into. when she sat down finally, a soft sigh escaped her lips and her focus went from his face to her hands, which she now noticed were shaking a little. an annoying symptom of being nervous.
“yeah well...” she trailed off, her blue eyes flicking back up to meet his. she was so stuck in her own thoughts about the current situation, she didn’t even notice that he almost used her nickname instead of her full name, “i kind of hadn’t planned on coming back. but you know me,” she chuckled halfheartedly, “i can get pretty worked up and stubborn over things.” her eyes drifted away again, not able to handle the eye contact for too long. although she didn’t necessarily regret leaving, vowing to never see him again might have been just a little over the top. after all, this was oliver they were talking about, and for some reason erin always had the urge to just run right back to him, despite many attempt to move on with someone new. it was like a reflex, an instinct, something beyond her control. she’d resented it for the longest time, but now here she was.
“i just.. i don’t really know what i’m doing here exactly.” she finally admitted, always one to communicate her feelings as directly as possible. despite having a reputation of having her head in the clouds, she just liked things to be clear. it made life so much easier. “i just felt i needed to come back to florence and it felt weird being here without even talking to you once.”
〚 josefine frida pettersen, cisfemale, she/her, 23 〛🌹 ERIN DONNELY has found themselves in florence, italy since MARCH of 2019 and are currently WORKING ON A GRADUATE DEGREE. people close to them would describe them as KIND but also STUBBORN. maybe that’s why they’re known as the DREAMER. a rumor is going around that SHE MOVED BACK TO FLORENCE TO MAKE UP WITH HER FORMER FIANCÉ.
hello yes it’s iris again. and here i thought i was gonna wait to apply for my second character. but i present to you: erin donnely. high key softy who walks around with her head in the clouds a lot of the time. she’s cute. pls give her some love.
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erin, also affectionately referred to as ryn by family and close friends, had a pretty normal childhood. she grew up in the states, she was a sweet little girl, able to wrap anyone around her pinky with her angelic features. not that she ever did that on purpose. she was usually way too busy with her own little world.
she usually had her nose stuck in some book, most of the time fantasy stories. if not she’d be playing make believe with her friends or her stuffed animals. her love for stories started at a very young age.
she grew up pretty protected, being the youngest of three girls. she never really felt the need to rebel against it though, if anything it made her really close with her family.
when it was finally time for her to go off to college, she was already pretty sure of what she wanted to major in: art history. with a bit of literature on the side. she was especially interested in the renaissance and, well, anything italy related. the country just seemed like such a dreamy place.
so of course she took italian, which is where she met oliver. they just really seemed to click, things were easy when they were together. besides, his love for italy matched hers.
so it wasn’t very weird or surprising that they decided to move to italy after they had graduated. erin had never really planned to live outside of the states, sure she’d dreamed of visiting italy, but this had never really been something that seemed possible. it all seemed like a dream come true.
and for the first few months it really was. until the fighting started. erin had a harder time with adjusting to her new life than she had anticipated. she felt guilty about it though, and didn’t really open up to oliver about it. when her granddad died, and she couldn’t just be back with her family in the states in just a few hours, she really started to have some regrets about moving so quickly.
she’s stubborn though, and for a few days she was stuck in the middle: move back to the usa, or stay here and try to save what little was left of her relationship with oliver. either option meant giving up on something. but then she found out oliver was cheating on her. it was hardly the reason for her final decision to leave, more just the last push.
she packed her bags, left a note, and promised herself to never look back. this had just been a big mistake. or was it? she left a huge part of her belongings back in italy, in venice with another old college friend. she went to the states for her granddad’s funeral, only to find out that life back there also didn’t feel right anymore. so back to italy she went, where she lived with her friend in venice for a while.
now she’s decided to come back to florence. she’s not sure if she’s back here for oliver, or for herself. for now she’s staying in an airbnb, and she’s just trying to feel things out, see if maybe she does have a life here after all.
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old friends she still knows from when she lived here before. bonus points if it’s a squad bc i love that shit
new friends, there’s always space for more people in her heart
she probably tried to date other people/hook up with other people in an attempt to get over oliver so maybe she could bump into them
erin felt as if she had just been on too mant rollercoaster rides. her stomach was making backflips. the fluttering feeling had been present and getting worse ever since they’d made this.. appointment? it felt like an appointment, rather than just a casual get together of former friends. cause way back, that’s what they were. friends. that’s how this whole mess had started. it was weird to think of such a simple beginning, so much had happened since.
she swung the door of the caffetteria they’d agreed to open, taking a moment to scan over the tables looking for a familiar face. when she’d left, it had been final for her. she’d promised herself she wouldn’t look back. yet here she stood. she’d never meant to break her own promises, but when her eyes finally hooked onto oliver, she felt a sense of relief. she made her way over to the table he’d chosen, putting her small satchel bag down on the table and taking the seat opposite of him. “hi.” her voice came out small, shy. she cleared her throat, pursed her red-painted lips. “it’s good to see you.”
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