Intro. The rain hit the window with an almost cruel pace, as if the world outside knew that something inside was about to collapse.
Raniele crossed my arms, backed by the wall of the wall, fixed eyes on the Bidon, which still took off his sneakers calmly. Too calm. That calm that irritated.
\- You just come here to rest, right? \- The voice came out low, but firm. Bidon stopped the movement, raising his eyes slowly.
\- Hi? \- he asked confused, but already suspicious of the tone.
\- like… to lie on my couch, eat my food and pretend it's okay. \- Raniele laughed at her singing, and ran her hand on her face. - you realized that I'm dragging myself here, trying to make us continue, and you… don't even move?
Bidon dropped the backpack on the floor, swallowed dry. - I'm not pretending anything. I'm just tired, raniele. You know how the routine is.
\- tired? \- Raniele stepped forward, outraged. - and me, fucking? Do you think I'm not tired too? But I still try. I still look at you waiting