Love (1)

He closed the book and rested it on the table. Rested his hands crossing them over his stomach, that received the weight of his thin arms with ease. He stretched and crossed his legs on a second chair in front of him, before releasing his head on the chair's backrest. Then he closed his eyes and suddenly he was lying down on soft and bright white sand, listening to the ocean as it was in front of him. A cool breeze blew from the northeast, feeding his memories of home, beach, laughter and friends.

He didn't noticed and he couldn't help but smile at those memories. His smile grew as he felt a soft, delicate touch on his face. First with the back of her hand on his right cheek, and then a finger following the shape of his smile. He opened his eyes, still lying at the beach, and saw a clear face, framed by dark hair, hiding the bright autumn sun behind her.

Her brown eyes shined when they met his and she gave him a sweet smile, almost inocent, that still conquered his heart. Even after years spending their lives together. He reliased then how happy he was and brought his hands to meet hers, holding them tight, celebrating that moment with her. He repeated the gesture he had just received on his face on hers.

- I love you... - He said in a low, lifeless voice.
- I love you too! - She replied smiling, even though a tear rolled down her face.

He opened his eyes and found himself on his study room, where he was reading his book. He brought his legs back to the floor, sitting straight again on the chair. He took the book into his backpack, to where he also returned the pen and the notebook in which he wrote references of technicalities a few moments ago.

"She will be mine. And all this will be senseless" he thought while reading his book's cover again. He left the room heading to the canteen with his dreams still echoing in his mind. His heart was beating fast now, his breath losing its natural rythm while his world suddenly became only one person. Everything else had vanished and the only thing he could see was her dark hair, her brown eyes so light that almost turned green, exactly like he had seen minutes ago in his dream. Joy. So much joy that he could barely hide it.

- So, shall we? - She said with her sweet voice, in a different but enchanting accent. - Everyone is already here, just waiting for you.
- Sure! Sorry I'm late. - He said letting his tension go.
- Don't worry, it's nothing. - She replied with a smile that he couldnt escape, before joinning their friends.

Loneliness (1)

It was just another day, in his routine bar of Wednesdays night...

- So where are you from?
- I’m from Paris, and you?

“Why do they always reply like that is the most important place in the world?” he questioned himself.

- I’m from Brazil.
- Oh, really! That’s far away. Why did you come ‘ere? – Said the French with his characteristic poor English.
- To study. I’m a master student here. – He emphasized the H on purpose.
- Oh, me too. What do you istuddi? – Damn! His accent was annoying!
- I’m sorry, will you excuse me? – Replied the Brazilian dismissing the newcomer.

He gave the French a half smile and touched his shoulder while leaving him alone, walking towards the door. He rushed through the crowd to reach someone that was leaving. “Hey, Lukas!” he called out loud after reaching the street. He instantly felt the freezing cold of the north winter coming. His friend turned.

- Are you leaving already?
- Yeah! I gotta wake up early tomorrow. Have an exam!
- Oh, yeah! I forgot about that. Good luck, mate!
- Thanks, mate! Have fun tonight! Cheers!
- Cheers… - he said in a not so cheerful tone.

He went back inside. Looked around for a moment and decided to leave as well. No reason to stay while all your friends are gone. He grabbed his coat, dressed it and left again the bar. On his way out he bumped into a woman.

- I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I was distracted!
- Hey Rafa!
- Oh! Hi Rachel, I didn’t recognize you.

The woman took her hood back and undressed her thick bright yellow jacket. She looked ugly as always. And that yellow made her look even worse.

- Oh well… – She said smiling and giggling

“Oh, God! No!” He thought while realizing that the giggle was a sign she wanted him. The mere thought of kissing her made him to finish that conversation as fast as possible.

- Anyway, gotta go, Rachel. See you around!
- Oh... ok, then. – She sounded surprise – Anyway, who were you talking to a few moments ago. I saw you come out of the bar and talk to someone…
- Oh, that was Lukas, my german friend. Don’t you know him?
- Lukas? No… but, wait. I mean, I haven’t seen anyone, and you were looking the same direction I came from.
- Well, I don’t know. He might have turned somewhere.
- Rafa, there was no one there. There was nowhere to turn!
- As I said, I don’t know. Gotta go. See ya! – He dismissed her turning around to leave.

He reached the streets again and as he walked home he felt lonely again. As he felt so many other days and nights. It was a dark, cold night. Shadows passed by him, some distant sounds of laughter and cars passing by. He walked home with his chin almost touching his chest, thinking about and repeating those words…

- There was no one there…