And you realise that your life could not have been any different.
I fear the night.
Thoughts coming to life in the dark.
Reality disguising itself as a dream. Or a nightmare.
“Another sleepless night?” asks Sara.
Marco does not answer and quickens his pace.
“You’re silent this time,” she continues, walking beside him. She looks up at the sky, and a flash of lightning reflects in her eyes; immediately, the rain falls.
Marco stops, turns, observes her.
“I thought you wanted more atmosphere,” she says.