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frank friend gerard imaginary mcr

-Chi sei?- Chiesi, confuso. Ne ero certo, non l'avevo mai visto da quelle parti. 

Il ragazzo si strinse nella sua giacca di pelle, volgendo lo sguardo al cielo.

-C'è aria di tempesta.- Sussurrò, sorridendo appena, iniziando a far dondolare le gambe fasciate dagli skinny neri avanti e indietro. Quel ragazzo era come un corvo. Completamente, totalmente nero. Se non fosse stato per la pelle lattea e gli occhi così particolari. 

-Chi sei?- Ripetei, allontanandomi appena. 

Lui tornò a guardarmi, allargando il suo sorriso. 

-Mi chiamo Gerard.-

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-Io arrivo quando sei abbastanza solo.- Il suo tono era piatto e freddo, come la prima volta che l'avevo visto, poco prima che se ne andasse.

-Ma...-

-Io arrivo quando sei abbastanza solo, e ti aiuto ad esserlo meno. Tu mi chiami quando senti di star per sorpassare il limite. E io, arrivo.- Terminò, nessuna emozione nella voce.

-

-Non andartene.- Dissi. 

Sapevo che se mi fossi girato, avrei visto una foglia secca. 

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