The next morning felt just as yesterday, I even couldn't sleep really well, again, not even a meditation was useful for my mind to stop for a few moments. I hate to think that maybe he was the reason for these unstoppable thoughts, or maybe I'm just being dramatic like I always do.
Luckily I did wake up early, and that was a pleasure for me, there was not any pillow punching my face, or a cat running around my room yelling for attention. It was a good start, it didn't matter how horrible I slept before because I was going to be the first to take a warm shower.
When I went downstairs everything was empty and calm.
- But... what? -. I said confused, thinking maybe dad was making coffee, but not even him was around.- Am I the only bloody member of the family who woke up? -.
I was, in fact.
I checked the kitchen clock, 5.30 am.
- No way -. I said low but impressed, and also annoyed because I wanted to sleep a few more minutes.
When I looked outside I could only see the old man from my neighborhood walking across the street looking for his cat. And there was just one car driving on the road.
It wasn't very bad to wake up so early, maybe I could take my time and go for a walk around until class because at the end I had like two hours until school. Maybe that's what the old people like to do, take their time and go outside while everyone is still asleep on their comfy beds, without disturbing sounds around and middle-aged people screaming to each other for a minor inconvenience.
So I made my coffee, toasted a piece of bread as always, and took something to eat for lunch. When I went outside the weather was a little cold and the wind was running and making the tree's leaves on the ground. Those visibly pleasant pieces of nature of warm colors, dancing through the ground and leaving the places they fell before.
I started to walk, and then I decided to go to the park for a few minutes, just to admire the view and sit to breathe without any pressure. And because it was empty from those little innocent people screaming to their mothers and running towards the birds.
The park was beautifully calm, the square games were full of leaves and seeds from the trees, the old couples sitting on the bench talking about their past and how they met each other. There was such calming energy invading the park, and it has been a long time since I haven't felt like this, that entire peace in my soul. I finally recognized how much anxiety I have been having during these past few months, how my mind consumed me until I couldn't hold anything more.
I felt relaxed, more than I used to compared to the nights I made that useless meditation.
But then something turned on deep inside me, once again, that tiny little spark shined inside my spirit. That's when I saw him, early in the morning walking across the park. Alone.
But this time I said and did nothing, to not catch his attention, and looked in another direction so he couldn't get inside my thoughts.
When I finally cleared my mind, I heard steps coming from behind. I turned around, and there he was, stood up quiet with messy hair and a tired expression.
- Morning Miss Smith -. He said with an exhausted but cheerful tone.- What a great new coincidence, once again we met at the same time where we never met before -.
I looked at his tired green eyes, they were so delicately beautiful.
- Morning for you too Williams -. I said.- I'm starting to think these aren't just coincidences -.
- Are you insinuating I'm following you? -. He said with a little smile.- Because you're incorrect Smith -.
- Well, I've been coming to this park since I was a baby and I haven't seen you before, but today I decided to come early, and here you are -.
- I bet a million dollars you don't even remember anything from your first years, clever girl, not even how I'd have looked like -. He said looking around.- And for your information, I have come here since I was a baby too -.
- Yeah, and suddenly we cross our paths in the exact right place, exact time and day, what a coincidence Williams -. I said annoyed.
- Mm, maybe the universe wants our paths to cross -. He said cheerfully.
- Not in a million years I'd want my path to cross with yours, selfish boy -. I said looking straight at his narcissist stare.
His eyes were so hypnotizing.
- Alright Smith, I guess I'd have to go and free you from my selfish self -. He said stepping back.- But don't forget to be on time for class, or maybe we'd meet once again on detention just like yesterday -.
And he left.
I looked at the clock on my phone, it was time to go or I certainly would get late again, just like he said.
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that certain boy I meet
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