EPISODE 16 - IT WAS THE MOMENT

Enzo
Mar 15
3 min read

SONG

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkCuli0qRuc

LYRICS

IT WAS THE MOMENT - ALPHA FEET MAFIA

The letter written, folded tight

Full of words I’d hide from light

I trembled softly, It trembled

the fire that I held in my hand

He sat outside, in sun’s embrace

A calm perfection filled his face

Should I disturb that silent line

Or keep this longing locked as mine?

He rose and left, the door half-closed

The air stood still, my heart imploded

One chance, one breath, the pull, the flame

I’d rather burn than stay the same

It was the moment

the moment

It was the moment

sharp and small

To risk my peace

to lose it all

It was the moment

the moment

It was the moment

mine to claim

To cross the line and speak his name.

The stones were warm beneath my feet

Each step a secret and descreet

I placed the letter, nervous he’d see

but didn’t expect what came to be

Footsteps echoed, bare on stone,

My breath was gone, my cover blown.

I turned, too late, the light was clear,

And suddenly, his hush was here.

It was the moment

the moment

It was the moment

sharp and small

To risk my peace

to lose it all

It was the moment

the moment

It was the moment

mine to claim

To cross the line and speak his name.

He looked at me, then at the floor,

The letter lay between, no more

His voice pierced soft, fine as a feather:

“Did you put it there?”

STORY

The letter was written.

Folded carefully. Ready. Filled with words I had never been able to speak aloud.

Now there was only one thing missing: the right moment.

I watched him from the window.

Giorgio sat on the chair in front of the house. His bare feet rested on the small wooden stool before him. They were dusty from the yard, broad and strong, completely still. His head was slightly lowered, as if his thoughts were wandering far away.

I wondered what he was thinking.

My own thoughts refused to settle.

Should I really do it?

Simply leave the letter there, in front of his door.

What if it was too much?

Too obvious.

What if I ruined everything between us?

My gaze drifted again to his feet.

To the heavy soles that rested on the stool.

They pulled at me like magnets.

They were not simply feet.

They were the quiet answer to a longing inside me that had never found a name.

The feeling rose again, slow and warm.

That heat in my chest.

That strange certainty that doing nothing would hurt far more than any risk I might take.

Then Giorgio moved.

He rose from the chair in one calm, unhurried motion and stepped toward the door of the house. For a brief moment the light caught the powerful lines of his shoulders and chest. Then he disappeared inside.

The door closed softly behind him.

Not entirely.

It remained slightly open.

Now.

I took the letter and slipped out of the shadow of my window.

My heart was beating wildly. Each step made my pulse louder in my ears. My knees felt strangely weak, as though the ground beneath them had lost its firmness.

Still I walked.

Across the warm stone of the yard.

Slowly. Quietly.

As if the air itself might betray me.

The door stood only a few steps away.

I reached it and bent down.

For a moment my hand hesitated. My fingers trembled slightly as I placed the folded paper on the doorstep, just inside the line of shadow.

Then I heard it.

A sound behind the door.

Steps.

Bare feet moving over the stone floor.

I had barely straightened when he appeared.

Giorgio.

He filled the doorway at once.

Tall. Broad. Calm.

The afternoon light touched his bare chest and the powerful lines of his shoulders. His loose trousers hung low at his hips. His dark eyes rested on me with a quiet steadiness that made the air feel suddenly thinner.