RESISTANCE - Why do bad things happen to good people?

Law of Survival

Graduation.

It was March 2010. And thank God, we finished college. At last, we graduated. Ângelo was on fire.

A smile on his face, firm with his girlfriend who had also graduated in the countryside.

The party was at the Ibirapuera volleyball stadium, because the number of engineers that the university trained was enormous.

My mother was crying, which didn't surprise me, because she never believed that I would finish college.

I noticed that Ângelo had forgotten to shave. Or it was just a way of protesting, because the group we had to swallow was a pain.

Dico was like that. He used all his senses to express himself.

After our graduation, there was a party and we danced with our mothers.

Dico started spinning his old lady like a little girl. My mother took me out to dance.

A few days after graduation, I went out at night to have a beer, alone and to think. Think about life, as they say. Everyone has these moments. Reflection on everything that happened.

When I came back, I saw Ângelo talking to the owner of share house. It wasn't very common for her to be around at that time, about half past ten at night. I went up to my room and soon saw Dico entering his room.

We didn't talk that night. Well, Dico moved.

But the change happened in a way I didn't expect and it surprised me. It was a Wednesday night when he arrived with his mother and, out of nowhere, without telling me, he was already taking his things out of the room and without asking me for help.

What a strange reaction from him. Did I do something?

Well! We just graduated. Our mothers had known each other. What was happening? That was annoying me.

"What's up, Dico!"

I started a nonsensical conversation, but he continued to rush, without telling me why he was so agitated. I was very tired. I went to the bathroom and then back to my room.

I turned off the lights, but I couldn't sleep. I wanted him to give me some explanation. At least say goodbye. I started to feel something bad.

"Come on! Did I lose my best friend? Can't he take me anymore? Did all my mistakes and failures make him give up on me? Did I frustrate him?"

Suddenly, I hear a loud bang on his bedroom door. I went to look and saw that the light was on. Ah! He had come back to say goodbye.

Early in the morning I woke up very early and went for coffee at the bakery in the corner. I don't know why I was still in that place, because I had already been disrespected inside, by a rude waitress.

If it were Ângelo, he would scold her and never come back. It was his way. Very keen critical sense, he liked to be well waited on. When I returned, I saw that the door to his room was open. I left my door open thinking that he would come to me to say goodbye.

So, what I saw left me confused. He just went out and closed the door, his back to me. He crossed the porch and went down the stairs as if he didn't know me.

So, a valid question: had he been cheating me all this time, just to have a company? Just to go out and have fun?

Ângelo was not one of the most sociable in college. Maybe that was it.

"God, but what did I do?"

That would be another day of reflection for me.

I didn't want to be there anymore, because I would miss the long conversations, the songs with the guitar. I spent the entire afternoon sending out CVs to hundreds of companies. I had his cell phone number, I could call him anytime.