1 Prologue

I've always wondered what it felt like a few moments before dying: fear, torment, regret, serenity ...

Right now I'm managing to answer my question ...

Two pairs of annihilated and shocked eyes stare at me. They are disoriented, they don't know what to do, but now it doesn't matter anymore, everything is about to end ...

I must say, however, that despite the situation I am a bit happy because the last thing I will see in my life are these eyes, so different, but both so important, or rather the most important: the eyes of the loves of my life, or those which should have been such.