"Three minutes

Only three

Minutes to

Talk about me..."

You think they'd be enough?
You think that in three, fucking minutes I could tell you everything?
What do I think about you, about what you did, about what will happen.
I can't open my mouth.
I almost can't breathe.
I join my hands in fist: how would I like to crush this glass...
Break it, infringe it, smash it.
Take you and escape, go away from here.
Impossible.
I know it well.

"To convince you I've

Two minutes

Still two

Minutes but..."

I lean my elbows on the table.
I feel your glance on me, and I look up.
Incredibly, you're smiling.
Your green eyes are just narrowed, your lips are rippled upward and let glimpse your white, regular teeth...
Pity about that uniform.
Completely orange.
Like your rebel curly.
I take a deep breath, for my courage

"Izzy?"

You continue smiling and just move your head

"Tell me, Noah"

No, I can't do it...
I'd want to convince you to lie, to deny what you've done.
I already know you won't do it.

"Like...

White...

Salt I'll burn...

All the lies

That everyday I'll say..."

Yes, I'll lie for you.
Every single day.
In front of anyone.
I'll tell that it's not true, that it wasn't you.
That you didn't kill Chris McLean.
Useless.
The proofs would immediately disprove me.
Proofs, that fucking proofs!
I can't understand why you did it, and especially why you let them catch you so easily.
Sense of guilt? Remorse?
Useless words.
Useless, now that they're coming to take you for...

"A trip"

I look straight in your eyes

"I'm gonna leave for a trip, you know Noah?"

I hardly breathe, while my heart is crazily beating

"A long trip, maybe a difficult trip, but a really beautiful one"

"The last trip..."

I whisper, feeling the tears running down my face.
Izzy lays a hand on the glass partitiom

"The last, but the most beautiful and mysterious...Like you..."

I lay my hand at hers, shivering, unable to arrest the tears.
Two uniformed guards come near to her

"It's time: you must go, Mr Dasari"

"...One minute

Remain a minute

To say you..."

I approach to the glass, lay my forehead on it and exhale

"I love you..."

It's impossible to hear my feeble voice beyond the glass.
But I'm sure that Izzy understood.
She smiles, waves at me with the hand and leaves with the two guards.
As she reach the door she stops, looks me in the eyes and, for the first and last time, whispers

"I love you too..."

Then, she disappears.
In my life will remain a stunning silence after her.
After that last, terrible three minutes

"Bon voyage..."