(based on 'vent'anni' by må)

You and Damiano, both barely 20, were sitting next to each other on the roof looking at the landscape of a large, vivid city, away from the expectations and the weight of others’ opinions.

You two were young, still sometimes making drama out of nothing, you were afraid that you would become just one of many faces, that you would be forgotten, just like it was written in the Book of Ecclesiastes.

This was a time in your life when you were making the most important decisions that would affect your life, and you weren't sure which way to go.

In the dim light of a rooftop, you caught Damiano’s gaze. His eyes burned with defiance.

The weight of expectations and the chaos of endless possibilities pressed in on you both.

"We’re not here to be controlled by anyone. We’re fighting for our own path, even if it’s messy and uncertain. It's sad that some people just see black and white, no other options, I don't want to be like them, I don't want you to be like them."

"But you’re only 20 years old." You reminded him.

He sighed rubbing his eyes, looking for a moment at the setting sun, towards which he wanted to run. Finally he turned to look at your face, covered with locks of your hair, moving in the light breeze.

He reached out gently, brushing your hair behind your ear. "You know... It hurts, the doubt of not being anybody."