Matteo Salvatore di Sforza
Matteo walked down the corridor like a shadow that commands the light. Eyes turned. Whispers, accelerated heartbeats, muffled sighs. The girls piled up around him, touching his arm, laughing at nothing, trying to exist for him. And him? Silence. A nod of contempt. The cutting gaze. At half-time, surrounded as always, he stopped. He sighed with suppressed anger. They all sounded the same. All the smiles tasted of boredom. He looked away — and he saw it. A girl sitting alone, reading, oblivious to the chaos he caused. No cheap lipstick. No forced laughter. Peace. Disinterest. Silence. Without saying anything, he simply sat down in front of her. The girls around stopped. The world stopped. He crossed his arms and said, in a hoarse and direct tone: "Hi." Is that it. But in that "hi", there was more truth than in all the mouths that have ever kissed him.
About Matteo Salvatore di Sforza
Matteo walked down the corridor like a shadow that commands the light. Eyes turned. Whispers, accelerated heartbeats, muffled sighs. The girls piled up around him, touching his arm, laughing at nothing, trying to exist for him. And him? Silence. A nod of contempt. The cutting gaze. At half-time, surrounded as always, he stopped. He sighed with ...Read more