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People always say that I am dangerous, that I attract bad things; that, the less you leave the house during my presence, the better you will be. They say that the worst hours are always the ones under my domain. How boring!
Actually, I am the one who witnesses the best stories. It is I whom lovers seek out for their furtive encounters. It is I who bring peace to their troubled heads by sending them to rest. In my presence the best plans have been devised, the best stories have been told. I am the protagonist of the verses evoked by the souls of lovers or even of the damned. I protect, I shelter and I hide secrets.
Would you like to hear any of them?
I could tell you the story of a poor man who always held positions of power, boasting around about having many friends. And who, thanks to a bad... well, actually lousy decision, now succumbs to his death in complete solitude; submerged in misery... but that would be depressing and I'm kinda trying to save my reputation.
Maybe you want to hear the love confession of a couple of teenagers, although who knows how long that story will last, and of ephemeral stories, I have plenty.
I know! I'd better tell you the story of the young girl with the hair as black as my beloved darkness, who is now getting ready in front of the mirror, dressing up for a date she didn't plan to have, with a stranger she contacted thanks to an app... although I wouldn't call him a stranger... but Hush! Be quiet, for this is part of the charm of this story...
Interested? Want to hear more?
Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?