Mundo de ficçãoIniciar sessão20. VIOLET SWAN
ITALY*꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎*The day was surprisingly beautiful — warm, with that touristy air that smelled like freshly baked sweets and blooming flowers, mixed with the distant sound of laughter. Italy felt like it had been pulled straight out of a painting. Most people walked in the same direction toward the town center. I still didn’t know where to go. I checked my bag again for my phone. And again. I dug through tissues, loose coins, anything. But I c