Monte Vista Stories | 1.22. To Move Past the Pain

Content warning: Some light nudity ahead.


It was quiet here. So quiet that, on days like this, the only sounds were the wind in the trees and the birds singing. The prospect of spending all her days like this, quietly, surrounded by nature and with her own thoughts for company, had always been dreadful to Vittoria.

She had grown up learning that silence was bad. Silence meant someone was about to sneak up on you and stab you. It meant that her loud, boisterous kind-of-boyfriend was angry and about to put his hands around her throat.

But the quiet grew on her. (more…)