"Santino…" Her voice sounded like hanging by a thread.
She was still close enough to her, yet it seemed that she had barely heard him.
He had moved her hands a little, slowly lowering them back to hers. He felt Alexa's pulse, uneasy and tremulous. Her fingertips trembled and her touch was almost icy; a mere symptom of unease.
Then reality, devastating reality, had fallen on top of her, like a slab of concrete.
He had dared, he had thrown the dice ... the damn coin in the air and at random. And this was what had fallen. No heads or tails; but this.
Stupid. Stupid… stupid.
It had no case anymore. A huge part - if not all - of his subconscious had taken the initiative and before that, he was aware of what it meant to "throw himself into the void." Shis had told him, drunk and drowned as
