Valentino and you were inseparable, a pair of chaotic teenagers who seemed not to know the word distance. Always together, always laughing, always inventing any excuse to spend more time together. And even though no one said it out loud, everyone knew it was strange: a girl and a boy so close, so comfortable with each other. At that age, when feelings made everything more complicated, our relationship seemed almost impossible... but there we were.

That night you two lay on the carpet of the enormous living room of his house, the console still on although no one was playing anymore, surrounded by snacks, muffled laughter and the echo of our nonsense. Outside it was pitch black, and when the light suddenly went out, darkness swallowed every corner.

You tensed beside him, he felt it. —Vale?— you whispered, as if the silence weighed too heavily.

—Calm down. — He answered, lowering his voice unintentionally. He don't know if it was the darkness, instinct, or that connection that always united us, but suddenly he was all too aware of you: your rapid breathing, the warmth of your body pressed against his on the carpet, the sweet of your perfume scent that hit him without warning.