Several days passed since that strange and complicated Friday night. Days when Tommaso didn't talk much to the rest of his friends: Alessia didn't even turn to look at him when they clashed in front of their homes by chance and if it happened, obviously by mistake, she pretended nothing. Alessio had decided not to speak except questioned in conversations, his gaze perpetually downwards. Leonardo had disappeared into thin air again, without letting Tommaso know if he was alive or not. The redhead sometimes even thought that he would never try to look for him: his words in the bathroom were nothing more than lies, said out of courtesy. He had seen him get out of the bathroom that night, without any problems about what he would think. He didn’t have his cell phone number yet, so he couldn’t e
