Ciò Che Mi Viene In Mente Finisce Qui

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She saw him from the balcony of her room. He looked rigid as she always would see him; he looked forward into the street of her reign, thinking and imagining a different life; he hoped for a better life, or time for him to be happy.

She kept staring, amazed and in love. She kept thinking that she deserved better, a life of hapiness and freedom.

Someone from outside the rooms called her name, she answered leaving the balcony, leaving the sight on him.

He noticed, a shift, a little change in the air. Looking up the balcony looked back at him. A smile, a brief one, appearing, flaterring his heart, making his cheeks a dusty pink.