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Prologue

You could really die for a smile?

For a pair of dark blue eyes that shine with the smile became similar to sapphires, gleaming sheets of sky that opened to the light?

It could really shake the smile of a man?

me that I was asking for the umpteenth time, that warm April morning, when I saw Robert Michaels get out of his car and stop to talk to some girls in the fourth year.

I looked at, with their clothes, shoes, high heels, perfect hair.

A world that I could see only remain behind the glass, a fish in a silly round ball.

sighed.

Basically it was no use crying about stay there, sooner or later, yes, sooner or later it would happen to me, Robert would have looked that way to me too.

I dreamed for so long, then, that was hard to believe that it never happened and that it was all a memory now.

For a moment I thought Robert is not absurd that he turned to call me as he would an old friend.

A brick red pickup truck came hurtling down the street, trumpeting loud music and my bubble of glass shattered.

After all, here I am.

I was just me.

nothing had happened.

When the view was clear again, I saw them, Robert Michaels and girls of the fourth year that came up the steps of the Lyceum.

I hated high school, I hated the town in which I lived.

Sometimes I hated to even live.

Robert paused, laughed, throwing her head back, honey blonde hair shone in the sun-streaked dark of that spring morning.

I drank the sound of her laughter as un'assetata in the desert.

Sometimes I hated life.

But that morning was not one of those times.