For ten endless seconds, whispering words of love to each other. The mouth of one on that of the other, waiting for the crash. As the others screamed, they huddled tighter and tighter hoping to exorcise death. The Calabrian Serena and the Iranian Hesam loved each other as much as the stars love the sky. Observing their now inanimate bodies and the many photos that portray them happy, the verses of Francesco Petrarca come to mind: “My short story is already finished …”.