Today, I'm in Rome again. I bought two ice creams again and stood there, waiting to see if you'd come tap me on the shoulder, until the ice cream melted in my hands. Just as I was about to leave, I saw someone in the distance standing by the Mouth of Truth, hesitating over whether to put their hand inside. They looked a lot like you. Perhaps it was you, but I no longer had the courage to walk over. I watched as you didn't put your hand inside after all, and slowly walked away alone… Then the crowd swallowed you from my sight once more.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
