Sofia

The sun was bleeding into the ocean, a massive hemorrhage of crimson and violet that signaled the end of the world or at least, the end of our world.

It was our last night.

Tomorrow morning, the jet would be waiting we would be carried back to the suffocating reality of the city. I lay on the massive bed, naked, my body tangled with Luca's. I traced the line of the black ink on Luca's bicep, a complex, geometric design that disappeared into his armpit. My finger followed the raised ...