His scars were hidden and safe in her hand.
Paolo GiordanoThen he realized it was the most natural thing in the world, which was precisely why he was incapable of it.
Paolo Giordanoas if moved by a breeze that only she could feel.
Paolo GiordanoShe found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose.
Paolo GiordanoFor Alice and Mattia, the high school years were an open wound that had seemed so deep that it could never heal. They had passed through them without breathing, he rejecting the world and she feeling rejected by it, and eventually they had noticed that it didn't make all that much difference. They had formed a defective and asymmetrical friendship, made up of long absences and much silence, a clean and empty space where both could come back to breathe when the walls of their school became too close for them to ignore the feeling of suffocation.
Paolo GiordanoMattia stayed right where he was, feeling those clothes that weren't his, but with the pleasant sensation of disappearing into them.
Paolo GiordanoFrom the stereo came music that Alice didn't recognize, but it wasn't there to be listened to, just to complete a perfect scenario; there was nothing casual about it.
Paolo GiordanoThe whole house, its very walls, was impregnated with a smell of vitality that he was unused to. He thought about his own apartment, where it was so easy to decide simply not to exist.
Paolo GiordanoIt was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing.
Paolo GiordanoAs a little girl she had liked looking at her palms against the light, the red peeking through her closed fingers. Once she had shown it to her father and he had kissed her fingertips, pretending to eat them.
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