YOU [tom holland]

02- His new life

In a very distorted sky on a very bright Sunday morning of 2016, he felt like every time he jumped higher he was almost capable of touching the clouds, or even cooler, wave to airplanes that passed by.

He went up and then down with no problem. It was almost too easy to flip around as he impulsed his body up, it was an amazing feeling he has never felt before, and floating around as he jumped to the point of reaching the sky felt too incredible to be true.

He knew this place from somewhere, his surroundings were too familiar, and he remembers this place like it was just yesterday when he visited, in fact, he hasn't stepped on this place for over three years, but now he was there, seeing it in front of his eyes. He didn't recall at all arriving there.

This was not London. This was Canada.

The big house placed in the middle of the woods was just like he remembered. Clean, Isolated, Equipped for anything he needed, and last but not least, ready for any crazy thought that could cross over his mind; very artificially designed for some fancy mind with needs of party. That was not the case at all, but the thought of it was nice.

He has been here before, in this house, this moment, this situation. This was not the first time he was seeing this, it had to be some sort of déjà vu situation that for some reason did not look weird at all. It almost felt like it was supposed to happen, so he took it, it was just like something that was just happening all over again in a complete natural way.

He looked down as he jumped again on that trampoline under his feet, he took the liberty to look down at that place that he has not been in a long time. Everything looked the same, just exactly how he remembered, and just how he thought, the moment he turned his head to the right looking to the patio, there was something he thought he would see just like that day.

The sight of a familiar someone sitting by the pool completely alone, reading a book and zoning out of everything else with such ease. It was her, it was her on that day, it was her in the second time he ever saw her, it was her when they first were complete strangers. How beautiful she looked back then, just like now, but more innocent. It was impressive how time passed.

He already knew the panorama, her background, her everything, but for some reason there was something inside him moving him to go after her and say something, just like a sudden curiosity of her whereabouts, even when he knew exactly why she was there. He just felt like he needed to see what she was up to, and he didn't know why, he just had to go.

In the blink of an eye, there he was, she was in front of him, looking down at her book mindlessly and ignoring the world; and on the other side it was him, standing there, not finding the right words for anything, and feeling very awkward.

"Hi there" he said, approaching her slowly, getting her attention easier than he thought.

It was just like that day.

She looked up at him through the crystals of her glasses, didn't smile or grinned, just nodded his way and saw what he wanted.

"Hi" she mumbled, putting her book down.

His mind was filled with a million thoughts, but the truth is, it all felt like words were already placed in his mouth. He couldn't control whatever he was trying to say.

"I don't intent to sound like an asshole or anything but... since when are you allowed to... be here" he mumbled, once she was looking up at him.

Her eyes looked just as bright as the first time he saw them. He would never get tired of staring at them.

"I got here two hours ago, technically before you" she shrugged, looking back at her book.