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Tinta

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Why do we keep the truth to ourselves and not tell the world about it? well, maybe we have a reason to keep it hidden. Blaise di Savoia is the crown prince of Italy but he's been hidden all his life. He's very outgoing but he's being kept close; while Aarya is a very isolated person and she lives in a very social town. Aarya Velazquez is a loner teenager from Italy that is a time -traveler like Blaise.
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Chapter 1 - Before it's all began

7\14\1832 . Italy, Egnazia- Puglia

It hurts when you realize you're not as important to someone as you thought.

Marcel pulled the blanket to cover his shoulder, yawned as he turned back and forth on the bed. 

This thought wouldn't leave his head .

He turned around ,his eyes watch as Osiris rise up with his back to him.

His long fingers threw the blanket away till it met the floor.

There was a lot of stuff on the floor and they didn't leave much place to walk in between, Marcel tried to find a way around in the darkness.

A chill went past his veins as he stepped on cold water, Osiris beyond Marcel made a bit of noise so he allowed himself to walk around more carelessly.

They reached the door and walked out of the house in silence.

Osiris tapped his shoulder lightly and passed by him " Let's go. The night is young" ,he said with a chuckle, Marcel laughed along and went after him in the streets.

He took out the phone from his jeans and dialed Adrian's number, he answered after two beats.

"You're coming?"

Osiris turned back to him, he was skipping through the street poles in excitement, Marcel waved him off with a little smile.

It was quiet for a few seconds and then Adrian's voice came over the phone "what was it?", his voice was low from sleeping.

Marcel held in his laugh while his green eyes scanned the cold night.

"Get your ass up, see you in five minutes," he hung up and caught up with Osiris .

They got to Adrian's house and leaned on their bikes as they waited outside.

Marcel putted his hands in his jeans pockets when the cold breeze of the night passed by them.

" Did you call Areena?", Osiris asked and played with a rock on the ground with his shoes.

Marcel avoided eye contact " Why would I? You do it" . He laughed in silence and pulled out his phone.

Marcel looked around to see if Adrian is coming, his eyes settled on the image of him leaving the house but then he saw a girl getting out after him.

There was no doubt who he was with .

He turned back and his face became pale. " She's not answering" , Osiris looked up and saw Marcel's face lossing his colour.

" Yo , are you sick?" he touched his hand and squeezed it.

" You're not that cold . let me wake you up" ,he squeezed harder but Marcel didn't bench.

He looked at the ground and swallowed with all his strength.

Osiris looked at him , concerned for a moment, he was about to say something when Adrian appeared around the corner beyond him.

"A bee!" ,he yelled in his ear.

He jumped and was at the other side of the road in zero time, " Where, Aaa" he shouted and was hoping around.

He didn't notice the old man beyond him and once their paths crossed he looked like his heart stopped. His shouting was so loud it's seemed like it came out of a bird.

Marcel and Adrian couldn't hold their laugh and were literally on the ground when he suddenly slipped down as he lost balance.

The old man walked away with a sigh.

Adrian straightened himself and stood by Areena , Marcel noticed as they got closer to each other , they were holding hands

He couldn't control his face expression, he looked away and pretended he was holding his laugh.

Osiris came to them and noticed Adrian and Areena , " Mmm, what's going on" his eyebrows went up slowly and his voice got higher as he went on.

Adrian tightened his hold on Areena's hand , she looked at him smiling. He was smiling with his eyes, it was clear he was excited but he tried to hide it.

Areena's eyes were set on him and Marcel watched in pain.

Why does it has to be him.