"Don't cry" He passed her a tissue, "It's my choice. Don't blame yourself." "Bro Nico, we'll send you food everyday! You have to be as fat as I am!" Mario said firmly in his little voice, his look stern, "you mustn't let mama cry." He smiled, patting his little nephew on the head. "Will you?" Andrea asked, now calm. "What?" He picked up his fork again, catching Marco's glare. "Will you let us send you foodstuffs every two weeks? Please, Nico. Let us feel like we're helping out." He sighed. "Ok... Plus my favourite homemade sausage." They laughed. Family was home.*Six days later, he watched her walk up to him in the same cafe. It seemed they had a thing for meeting in cafes. Luna. She was as always dressed simply but with an air of elegance. She looked more mature and very much more beautiful and she still had that air of innocence that surrounded her, that aura of goodness. Just as she made to sit opposite him, the church bells rang. She seemed disoriented for a second befo
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