lucia ross:
“It is not going to be easy. I am sure of it because it took me 3 months to actually share with my therapist.” But that was because Lucia was afraid of sharing things with someone who she knew would share notes with her parents. Maybe it would be easier for Xander to get her to open up, he got her to say more than she usually does with a stranger already and, if she was being honest, that scared her too. She didn’t want to make the mistake of trusting the wrong person again. “That’s a fair point. I will add one more thing. If we feel like it’s too hard to do what we need to, we are going to hold each other’s hand through it no matter what.” A part of her doubted that the boy can commit to that, to staying by her side, but it was worth a shot right? After all that she’s been through, it’s not like she wasn’t used to being disappointed. As for her, she was going to do everything in her power to hold her end of the bargain and be there for him if he lets her. As she looked at him again, she felt as if he was worried and just in case she was right about that, she placed a fake smile on her face. Maybe he wouldn’t notice she was pretending this time. “Yeah. It’s been a living nightmare. I hope you’re not affected by it?” She shook her head at his question. “I have not but my parents showed me a lot of pictures so I agree, it’s beautiful. I dream of living there one day.” And telling by her current state, she may fulfill that dream soon. “A fellow European, bonjour. What’s your favorite thing about France?”
"Well, I'm no therapist but I'm a good listener and that along with my friendship, is what I can offer you." Xander didn't know if that would be enough for Lucia to open up, but he hoped it was. Either way, he wouldn't push her, and whenever she felt like talking he would be there to listen. This was the first time Xander promised so much to a person. It was inevitable to have doubts and he wondered if he would be able to keep those promises, deep down he wanted to but his insecurity and distrustfulness were so unpredictable that it was hard to come up with an answer. Nonetheless, he nodded to her petition. "I can do that." He thought of saying 'I can try to do that' because he didn't want to show his hesitation which by no means had anything to do with Lucia, but with himself. He mirrored her smile but something didn't feel right about it, but he figured out it was because of the dark topic they were talking about. "Not directly. I didn't know any of the kids that went missing. I mean, I saw them around but as I said, I don't socialize a lot. Still, it's terrible what happened. Did you know any of them?" Suddenly he feels like he shouldn't have asked. If she did, it was probably something that she wouldn't like to talk about. "Where in Italy would you like to live? I've only been to Naples, Rome, and Florence." He had vague memories of the first place as he had been just a toddler when his family went there on vacation. "And buongiorno to you," he said, smiling at her. "Where to begin? I like that it's quiet, you know. People don't talk for the sake of talking. I like that it is a country that no matter where you go there is art and I don't know, the cities are just beautiful. I guess, I just like that it's home. I was very happy when we lived there." A sad smile laced on his lips for a moment.








