You'll get used to it. In the end you won't even notice it anymore," he said. "How is that possible? It will always be there, right before my eyes." "Exactly," said Mattia. "Which is precisely why you won't see it anymore.

In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before.

His scars were hidden and safe in her hand.

It was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing.

...finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them.

Mattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward.

Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do.