Leaking from the classroom from where the annoying girl at the phone came out, the blonde guy with the headphones that was really impressed by Shinkuu before, stood there, like petrified. “Is she, is that girl!”, said loudly. Someone heard and turned to see what the classmate was babbling, but as usual anybody payed really attention to it. The blond boy was really impressed: the girl that distracted him from the lessons until then was actually attending the same school. “I wonder why I have never see her before today! It must be as my mother says: ‘You have your head always above the clouds’ ” The boy had recently moved to that school, about two months ago, but the true reason was that he passed the entire break in his classroom composing songs. Because only a few times he went outside from his classroom and Shinkuu was always in a distant and hidden hallway of the school, the two had never met before. While the boy was deep in thought, another one tried to enter in the classroom and, with an annoyed tone of voice, told to the thoughtful one to move from the entrance, he did so, apologizing to the classmate. When assorted in his reflections, he totally lost the connection with reality. After that, looking to the hallway when the mysterious girl was, he felt like he was in heaven. “Today must be my lucky day!”

- Lucky? How is that, Carlo?

- Ah, it’s you, Martina!

Martina, Carlo's classmate, stopped his flow of thoughts. Carlo noticed the girl was smoking until a few moments ago thanks to the smell of nicotine that permeated her. She rose her hand with a little glass bottle on it.

- And that bottle? What is it? - asked the boy.

- I found it here on the floor. You, who were standing here like an idiot, didn't you see who could be its owner?

In that moment he was certain the owner of the bottle was without doubt the ‘mysterious girl’, as he thought to call her in his mind.

- Give me that! - Carlo took away with a quick movement the bottle from Martina's hand.

- Hey, stay calm! If you asked nicely, I would give it to you. So? Do you know who is its owner or not?

- Maybe I know, so I'm going to return it!

Hastily Carlo walked away in the same direction Shinkuu went a moments before, without giving Martina the time to ask something else. While he was walking, the fantasies started again. “I wonder what is inside? Maybe some kind of perfume? The name is weird too... I never heard before of a perfume named 'Black henbane'. Well, let’s see what is the scent of the girl of my dre- ” He couldn't even finish the sentence when the scent that came outside from the bottle stopped him: it was horrible. “Argh! What the hell is this? Who on earth would use such perfume? Let’s see the label... Damn, is in French!” Carlo took his cell phone to search quickly some information regard the strange ‘perfume’. “What a horrible perfume, it smells like poison for... ” When the word ‘poison’ passed through his mind, he started to re considerate the content of the bottle. The results of the query only confirmed his suspects: the ‘Black henbane’ is a plant which scientific name was ‘Hyoscyamus niger’, a plant known for his narcotic proprieties and, able to cause death with the wrong dose. “Therefore she is trying to... No, is not possible. Anyway, this thing is dangerous, I must do something!” Walking around in the hallways, he was searching for a solution. After a few seconds he stopped: he had an idea. Determined, he walked towards his new destination.

In a great hurry was Shinkuu walking by the school's hallways. She was looking towards the floor with a really worried face. When she arrived to her usual solitary place, she noticed the absence of the glass bottle. She remembered she fell to the ground few minutes ago and hypothesized that the bottle got outside from her sweatshirt in that moment. She stopped her search where she fell before, searching everywhere but finding nothing. The bell of end break was about to ring, making her even more anxious. Being able to buy that bottle was not easy. In fact, the extract of the poisonous herb, if given in the right dose, it would be useful to treat with some issues, but it can’t be bought without a medical certificate because of the substance’s dangerousness. Shinkuu, after an accurate search of her elixir of death, found a pharmacy where the medicine was for sale. In order to buy the medicine, chose a moment when the pharmacy was particularly active. She took the little bottle without anyone noticed it, then bought a painkiller to hide the theft. Before leave the pharmacy, she put the money that remained in a box as donation for some foundation that takes care of the illness of poor children. Depositing the money thought: “I hope at least you could have a happier life than mine” For that reason, lose the bottle with the poison was not an option, otherwise she would had to delay once more her departure to the land of the dead. In that desperate searching for the glass bottle, Carlo stopped before Shinkuu. She, noticing the presence of someone else, raised her gaze. Finally, Carlo was able to see the face of the girl that made him dream so much that morning. It was not the appearance of the girl, nor her short size, neither the considerable size of her breast, to bring the boy in some kind of coma: it was her anguished and almost in tears face, that sadness that the solitary and dark gaze engraved in Carlo's gaze. However, Shinkuu's face expression changed quickly.

- My bottle!

Carlo didn’t think about putting the bottle in his pocket, and so the bottle was in his hand when he met the girl so desired.

- Eh? What? This b-bottle is yours? - was the pitiful Carlo's answer.

- Yes, it’s mine. I lost it some minutes ago. Can you give it to me?

Carlo didn't answer immediately, smiling like an idiot and looking somewhere else. Shinkuu insisted and, after few inquiries, Carlo finally gave up. The bell rang, and the girl hastily went away to her own classroom. Carlo stood silently looking her for a while, then he bang his head against the wall several times. “Why did I say nothing to her? Why did I do nothing about it? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! ”

- Rivolta, can I know what are you doing? - The math’s teacher, hearing the noise of a boy's head banging on the wall, went outside the classroom to see who was.

- Ah! Mister Crippa! I...

- Forget it. Take off your hat and return to the classroom.

- Y-yes sir!

Hastily, Carlo returned to his classroom, sat on his bench and thought about what he would do after school. He wanted to help the girl, especially knowing that, certainly, she would try to commit suicide. His shyness would not allow him to talk to her, so he spent the rest of the morning thinking about her.