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There's a storm out there, he knows.
As well as the heavy drops curtain violently knocking on the window, there is one inside that room at that moment being dragged by two moving bodies, thirsty, moving one over the other with passion and hurry.
Hands here and there, slippery fingers, mixed eyes of desires that are barely contained in crumpled clothes. A stifled moan echoes along with thunder, the two stop and freeze in time.
The figure at a slightly further point rises from the armchair and goes to them. Standing right in front of one of the faces, he gestures.
"I love you, Leone Abbacchio".
Another gesture. The figures stop again. He chokes and the tears come down.
There's a storm inside your chest as well.
"Rewind, Moody Blues."
Static noise fills the room. The connection is never completed.