On a dark and rainy night, the sound of rain incessantly beat against the roof of a small, lonely house. I don’t even know exactly where, but far away from the outskirts of the city where he was born.

Inside, sitting in a dark corner of the room, was Marco, lost in his thoughts. “Do you know what I’m thinking?” he asked himself, like a madman in an asylum, gripping his hands tightly. “That I shouldn’t be thinking. That if I think, I feel like an animal. And if I think of you, you’re a soul I should forget.“

His mind wandered among the words of a song resonating in the damp air that had taken over the unheated house. The storm was roaring louder outside, but it was the storm inside him that tormented him. “But perhaps it’s this storm that’s bringing me to you at this moment?” he murmured, looking out the window, with the glass wet and obscured by rain.

Suddenly, a noise interrupted his whirlwind of thoughts. He turned sharply towards the door, his heart in his throat. “What’s that noise out there?” he whispered, as his heart rate increased. “I don’t know if it’s good for me, but it sounds like you, even if it’s not, but it’s comforting to think so.”

With uncertain steps, he approached the door and flung it open. Before him, in the darkness of the storm, there she was. With wet hair and eyes full of hope. “Make noise, yes,” he said, his voice broken with emotion. “I can’t bear it. This unnatural silence between you and me.” But this he only thought, he didn’t say it.

Without saying a word, Marco took her in his arms and brought her inside, holding her close to his body, away from the storm. And as the rain continued to fall outside, inside the house echoed a new sound. The sound of happiness found and renewed hope. And now that beautiful noise he heard was her, it was the sound of love that Marco could no longer ignore and that had returned.