Today I am in Rome again. I bought two more ice creams and stood there trying to see if you would pat me on the shoulder until the ice cream melted in my hands. Just when I was about to leave, I saw the person standing by the Mouth of Truth in the distance, hesitating whether to put his hand in, he looked like you, maybe it was you, but I never had the courage to go to you again. I saw that you didn't reach in anymore, and walked away slowly... The crowd drowned you in my eyes again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
