She tried to open the bottle, but the top slipped through her fingers without moving. He took the bottle from her hand and opened it with his thumb and index finger. There was nothing special in the gesture and yet she found it strangely fascinating like a small heroic feat performed specially for her.

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

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.

She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose.

The scene was set. All that was required was an action, a cold start, instant and brutal as beginnings always are.

Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other.

All Mattia saw was a shadow moving toward him. He instinctively closed his eyes and then felt Alice’s hot mouth on his, her tears on his cheek, or maybe they weren’t hers, and 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.