I woke up early. It was pitch black and freezing outside.
I thought about him.
Morning passed quickly. I dropped into my favourite caffeteria for a macchiato. To my suprise, nearby I caught the glance of him.I escaped to the classroom. And I thought about him.
The lecture was in English. I was able to understand the teacher speaking about structure of Italian Civil Code. And then I thought about him again.
Friends asked me to have lunch with them in the university canteen. Somebody mentioned a gossip about that Italian girl, going out with him. I didn`t want to believe.I thought about him again.
Afternoon coffee at home. My flatmate tried to make me laugh. The joke was good.
and then I thought about him.
It was almost 8pm. I was tired. I decided to fight for a peace of mind. Runnung is a always a good idea. It helped significantly. Nevertheless I thought about him.
Finally in the bed. Evening rituals: a new episode of favourite tv series, a piece of chocolate, last scrolling of Instagram.
And then my world just fell apart.
In the sunny photo I saw her, that Italian girl. His arms around her waist.
Morning coffee after sleepless night. I was thinking about him, of course.
In one hour I was done.
I saw him waiting there, next to caffeteria.
The green coat was finally mine.
*personification: the attribution of human nature to inanimate objects, espcially as rhetorical figure
PS: the story is fictional and not based on personal experience.