Chapter Four
Pietro Ricci was an Italian player, frequenter of many parties, renowned and prestigious by all Italians, he was a womanizer, he couldn't deny it. But he was getting tired of this life, he wanted something bigger, a reason to come back home.
He wanted someone to see him, to know his soul, to be close to him for what he is, not for what he has, because he felt people approaching him for this, since he was little. But what was he looking for? he asked himself.
A love? Maybe! He didn't know for sure, he had never been in love.
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On yet another night, after a successful game, and 3 goals scored by him. Pietro is at a meaningless party, and full of people, but it was there, even surrounded by people, he felt alone.
His cell phone rings and normally he wouldn't answer, but it seemed like fate, he was thinking about answering it. He turns away and leaves the nightclub, and answers the phone.
— Hello? — he answers, leaning against his car.
— Hi Pietro, this is Cibele? Remember me? From the night of the...
He completes his speech. — Agnes' party, of course I remember. —He looks up while holding the phone to his ear and smiling. — You know, your voice is music to my ears now.
She remains silent.
He speaks again. — Hello? Cybele? Are you there?
— Yes, listen Pietro we need to talk, and something serious. — She says, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Her sisters look at her with a positive sign, the call was on speakerphone.
The brunette answers: — Of course we do, where do you live?
— Well, at the moment I'm in Greece, but I'm going to... — She said with a half smile on her face.
— No problem, since it's serious, send me your address by message, I'll be there tomorrow morning, okay?
— Yeah, sure, that would be great! Well I'm hanging up now, bye. — He said, hanging up the phone.
The boy smiles into the wind, remembering the night he had with Cybele, it was different, although he doesn't remember giving her his number. It felt like fate...