"What a beautiful night it is… just like you were…" Ferucci whispered as he lay on the ground, staring at the stars in the clean night, while gunshots were still echoing with screams and shouts.
A moment, a feeling that went through his whole body as he held the grenades, like he was dreaming in a situation like this, like if stress was not bothering him, like the chaos erupting around him was nothing more than a normal day… a day in his life.
He looked more at the sky and he slowly as he tried to sit up… he saw something that caught his attention more than what he needed to, something that pulled him into the memories.
Shooting stars, not one or two but a whole lot of them, going through the sky.
