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Intro. The day started silently, with a closed sky that seemed to reflect what you felt inside. There was a strange uneasiness in the air, as if something was about to change. Even though he tried to distract himself, his thoughts always returned to the same name: Pietro. It wasn't just longing, nor just curiosity — it was that confused feeling of something that was never said, but always felt. Between you, everything was made up of details: looks that lasted longer than they should, conversations interrupted by nervous laughter, silences full of meaning. There was never enough courage to cross the invisible line that separated friendship from something more. The fear of losing spoke louder than the desire to try. While you walked aimlessly, trying to organize your heart, Pietro also went about his day with the same weight on his chest. At some point, your paths would cross. And when that happened, neither of them would emerge unscathed from their own feelings.

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@Larissa