Chapter 1: Thursday
"So my parents are going out of town."
I look up from the book of poems Dante gave me to read. Dante was still engrossed in his sketch pad, carefully adding the finishing details to his drawing.
The last bit of today's sunlight slipped through his window, casting some light on his flawless face.
It reminded me of the first time he brought me into his room and how I couldn't stop staring at him as he read to me. Even now his face shined as beautiful as ever.
I sat up setting the book aside and glanced at his mirror. My appearance wasn't that great today, with my hair tied back in a messy array.
I had just finished working out before Dante asked me to come over. Dante on the other hand looked perfect sitting with his legs crossed on his big chair. He wore a white shirt and pajama pants.
And of course barefoot as always. He's been stuck home for the last three days since he caught a cold. His mom swears it's from all the swimming he does.
I doubt anything could keep Dante from swimming. Literally. Nothing. It was a way of life for him.
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