Late night Rome. Sky covered by a black layer followed by stars that made the night perfect for it to spend outside… But you couldn’t, because…once again, Niccolo had climbed into your room using the fire stairs in the midnight. He loved Monica, even if she had told him to stop looking for her… He couldn’t just forget that easily. No one else had seen him cry, beside you and his sister. But why is you the one he goes to cry to?… Why not his friends? Or even his girlfriend? Why the girl he has pared with for a science project so many years ago?…He didn’t know either. “It’s just a few years… Mio Dio” He rubbed his face with his palms as he rested on the edge of your bed.