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| View of Florence from Piazza Michelangelo |
This was entirely unexpected, therefore breathing suddenly becomes impossible. All I can focus on is sucking in the next gasp of air, which still fails to satisfy my oxygen needs.
Danny is leaving in the morning. This will be it. I thought I had three more days...
The fact I will be returning to the United States in 72 hours and saying goodbye to everything Italian hits me hard. Saying goodbye to Danny and Enrico tonight will be the first of many. Perhaps that is why it hurts so much. It's like when glass is shattered--the first hit to the pristine surface makes thousands of cracks, which will eventually crumble away. This was the first hit; a thousand cracks were made, and now all I have to do is wait for the shattering moment of stepping on the plane.
I do my best to maintain my smile, and act as though everything is o.k. Eliza, Lauren and Danny can sense my tension. A hand reaches under the table and grabs mine--an anchor to keep me in the present. It is time to go to the Red Garter. Interesting how that is where it all began six weeks ago. But tonight I will not drown in my memories and contemplate what will happen down the road. I will stay in the here and now, and enjoy every second I have left, however few they may be.
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