Carlo was intrigued by that mysterious girl. He was still trying to understand who she was, what took her there, why she was there, wearing such thin dress in such cold winter night. He was thinking so much about that, that he just couldn’t sleep at night for days – and, when he was able to sleep, she appeared in all his dreams: dead. That really worried Carlo, so one day he decided to find her to check if she was okay.
In the morning, he drove to that old narrowed street of Rome. There was an old woman passing by – then he decided to ask her about the mysterious hitchhiker. And when he did it, the lady opened her eyes wide and didn’t say anything. She was about to leave without saying a word, when Carlo stopped her; he needed to know what was going on. She gulped, then said: “Are you sure we are talking about the same green-eyed girl who used to live over there? She was abandoned by her jealous boyfriend in the road and froze until death a couple years ago. And what is strange is that she was found days later wearing exactly that dress.”
Carlo shivered; then he thought the old lady was raving and left. He decided to forget that girl.
Three months later, Carlo drove to the cemetery to put some red roses on his mother grave – the very same cemetery where he saw the mysterious hitchhiker nearby. As he was leaving the cemetery, he shivered when he noticed his jacket hanging on a gravestone. When Carlo picked it up, he noticed that something fell from it: the photograph of the green-eyed girl he had given a lift to. Same shy smile, same gaze, same dress.
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