#ammaliata

[mynameis-gloria]

Mercoledì 10 febbraio

[pain-love-sasusaku]

Snippet from “Ammaliata.” Chapter 1.

On Sasuke's bed-side table, she placed a carefully written note, and her diamond wedding ring.

She looked around in their bedroom.

She had already made the decision. It was over.

Sakura quickly grabbed her black Birkin bag. And called security to prepare the car.

There were three large pieces of luggage, as there was no one in the house, she lifted her left hand, and by swiftly moving her manicured fingers in the air, Sakura made the luggage roll in the elevator.

It was the middle of the night, but she put her oversized sunglasses on and pulled her hoodie up.

There was always paparazzi lurking by their building, and she didn't want any press-release about Sakura Uchiha leaving her home in the middle of the night.

She went to the parking, and the security guards placed her luggage in the back of her Jeep.

Sakura took her sunglasses off and looked at three young men dressed in black suits, guns securely attached to their belts.

"Boys?!"

"Yes, M'am."

Sakura took a deep breath; she would use mind-control on them.

"If Sasuke or anybody else asks, I didn't leave the house at all. I'm still up there, drinking a martini and probably using battery-operated devices as your prick of a boss hasn't fulfilled his marital obligations for quite a while."

All three of them nodded, slowly in a zombie-like manner.

"Good then!" She smiled and put her sunglasses back on.

She started the engine and headed to the airport; she had a 13-hour flight ahead of her.

full story, (4 chapters and updating :) )

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13621712/1/Ammaliata

[questa-porca-vita]

E se

Stanotte ho sognato Di stendermi di fronte a te Su quel piccolo letto ricoperto di piante rampicanti Come in acido • Entrambi spogli di ogni paura, incertezza e risentimento Spogli Con gli occhi serrati Abbiamo cominciato a riconoscerci Che certi odori si perdono Dopo un paio d'anni E ci tocchiamo Titubanti Abbiamo paura di scottarci al tatto Sei lava per me Le bocche fragili Quelle timide Socchiuse Imbarazzate Odiano essere guardate Forse studiate Ma le nostre Ancora si ricordavano Le une delle altre Sono rimaste le impronte, te ne sei accorto? O forse Sono soltanto io che sogno e cado a terra continuamente Di faccia

[copertadighiaccio]

Era completamente ammaliata dalla bellezza dei suoi occhi che decise di portarseli dentro per sempre.