you’ve been in this place since you were two years old. one day your mother decided she didn’t want to take care of you anymore and just left you at your luck, outside that building, for strangers to “take care” of you. it surely wasn’t easy to be an orphan, every movie has taught us that.

but your world change when years later, a little boy your age was left there. damiano. he cried every night the first year, he misses his mom, he didn’t under what he did wrong for he rot abandon him. but you were there with him, all the time. you became best friends, everything the other had. and you grew up together.

you’re both 17 now. and pretty fed up with the orphanage life so you decided to run away. something you’ve been planning every detail since you were 14, and first started dating. cause yes, you’re a couple now. i mean– you haven’t really met other boys your age besides him, he was all you knew and you were all he knew.

it was past midnight when you walked out the girls dorms in your tip toes, carrying your small backpack. at the same time, damiano was leaving the boys dorms and you met in the hall, silently. you slowly walked out, closing the door. cause yes, it was that easy, dumb nuns. he opened the big gate with a screwdriver, he practiced, and you walked out. just like that, you were free.

the first thing you did was to start running through the empty, dark streets of rome, away from that place. you could finally do your life, get a place, study photography, he’d sing and you’d be together forever. right?

“i can’t believe we actually just did that, fuck.” he says out of breath, moving his hair back.

you chuckle, full of adrenaline. “yeah… me too. but we did it.” you sigh. “finally.”