Fix you

Fix you

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Sat, Oct 1, 2016

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Indossava l'uniforme, e sul berretto c'era una stampa blu laccata, proprio sopra la fronte. Rimasi impressionata dalla medaglia che portava sul cuore e dalle mostrine fisse al cappotto, di cui però non conoscevo il significato. Era un soldato semplice? Sembrava giovane; cosa aveva fatto per ottenere quei riconoscimenti? Aveva una pistola. I soldati portavano sempre la pistola? Battei le palpebre ed il respiro accelerò mentre alzai lo sguardo. Sotto il berretto color verde i capelli erano castani chiari. I miei occhi incontrarono quelli di lui, grigi, di una sfumatura più chiara dell'argento.. Era come se il cuore pompasse sangue il doppio del normale, inondando tutto il corpo.

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