Kindergarten friends, elementary school friends, high school friends.

You were with Niccolo through every stage of your life you can remember, every single stage. When you started high school, everything began to be more fun, more beautiful than ever before.

Parties, relationships, girls, boys. You shared everything with each other. At the end of the day, you were together.

Now, as always, Niccolo and Virginia had broken up after another fight. And now you were at Niccolo's house, to console him, again.

"I don't understand, I'm doing everything for that bitch. 'Let's take a photo, Nico.' 'Okay.’ ’I want a 1000-euro bag, Nico.’ ‘Okay.’ God…what else do I have to do?” Niccolo said angrily, then quickly put a cigarette to his mouth.