Once upon a time in the corner bar, one of those girls that you can find anywhere, skinny and without too many expectations for the future. She was confined to work to pump some money and help their parents at home. It was what any good daughter is forced to do when there are economic problems at home, and she, the girl in the corner bar was not distinct.
Every morning I wondered the same thing, while I blindly grabbed the packet of sugar and mixed it with coffee, which I reached a strong odor even though she still had not brought me to the table.
- And now you see me?
"No, maybe tomorrow.
Always the same question, always the same answer, and a musical laugh so low that I was somewhat intriguing. What reason for being is to ask a blind if you see anything? At first I thought he did it to annoy me, then I stopped thinking about it and took it as part of my daily routine.
Over time, I learned that the girl in the corner bar was special. The delicacy with which dipositava the coffee saucer on my table, not just make noise, brisk, delicate and quiet with which he walked over there to wherever, and music could be heard through the headset half broken is always placed in the left ear ... all part of a set strange, so simple and complicated.
For me, the girl in the corner bar was nothing more than that. The only thing that connected us was that question ... And that answer. The only words that we passed, were these. Simple, yet so full of meaning as the longest sentence that may exist.
One winter morning I went down to the corner bar, I was told that she was not, and the next either.
She was a patch of perfect imperfection in my daily routine, not now exist. Again to have everything under control, and could stop searching for the true meaning to that question. Return to live in peace, and while that reassured me, it made me feel very happy.
Time passed, and stopped thinking about it, but not forgotten. Without knowing why, do not forget, and over the years, I began to see it as my first love.
One day, I heard the sound of half-broken hull as the waitress went to get coffee. The musical giggle again rattling in my ear ...
- And now ... I see?
smiled.
"Yes, today itself.
And I felt moist lips on my cheek, something harsh, but did not bother me.
What we expected was not happy. It was rather rough as lips brushed my cheek, tender, somewhat reclusive, but no less sweet.
Maybe one day I continue telling our story. Not happy, not very beautiful. Solo is the story of a couple of people who were alone in the world, and that although they loved each other, if that is wanted.
is the kind of story that could happen on your street, so look carefully around you. Perhaps there is someone that you "see" you.
I know I said that today would put the first chapter of Soul Hunter ... but I was too lazy to write it @ _ @. Instead I wrote this little short story. The idea was pretty good, but I have not been as I wanted. Bueeeeeeeno, that he will.
passing through the center! We already have the first chapter! ^ ^ Kisses
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