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Chapter 2

The ritual during the funeral of her parents felt like looking at old pictures. She saw the images, but felt like she had never lived the moment personally. She remembered little.

The coffins being lowered to the cold grave, some people hugging her while whispering comforting words.

Some were family, others friends and others were colleagues from work. She didn't cry while watching everything unrolled in front of her eyes. She had cried all during the two days that had passed in a blur, her eyes were already dry. Melody vowed then, to her deceased parents, that she would live a happy life trying hard to make them proud of her.

The following week, she decided to busy herself with work and going out with friends.

Martha, her best friend, made sure that she was always with someone.

Her mood started lightning up two weeks after the tragedy. The house she shared with her mother and father hold too painful memories, so she decided to sell it and search in the newspaper for a small apartment to move in.

She kept some personal objects that had belonged to her mother and father, but the rest, clothes and some books; she decided to it give to the poor. It was their wish, of that, she was sure.

Her new apartment was near the university. She was in her last semester of her studies, Philosophy, and she was eager to finish it and try to find a job in that area.

With the money of the house, she bought some furniture for her new flat.

Her new home was small with just one bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small living-room, but it gave her the peace she was looking for.

Looking at her new home, made her smile genuinely for the first time since the 'Black day'.

"Ok. It's all done!!" Martha said while placing the last box in Melody's room.

"Thank you, Martha! Do you want to eat some pizza? We can order..." Asked Mel trying to thank her friend and prolong her stay at her place.

"Yeah, sure! But please, I want one with pineapple!! Oh and let's see the new episode from Arrow." Martha said excitedly.

Mel just laughed and went to call the pizza place to order their food.

Two hours later, they were sitting at her sofa with their stomachs completely full and their eyes glued on the TV screen.

"I love this man, with the hood that gives him some mystery, his gorgeous body..."

Melody could only laugh at her friend's rambling.

"Yes, he is a nice looking guy." She said and her friend looked at her in shock.

"Just nice? No way!! He is a God in two legs walking on earth!"

Mel just nodded in agreement, unable to contradict her friends point of view.

Suddenly, she felt the hairs on her nape rise like the air had changed somehow. It was a cold breeze, something that would not be justified when all windows were closed. She had the strange feeling that they were not alone inside the appartment.

Not resisting the urge, she scanned the room to see what was making her feel that way. Everything was in place, and from the perspective of her eyes, they were alone.

"What's wrong?" Martha asked, turning to look over her shoulder too.

"Hum... Nothing. I was just admiring our work today." She lied, not wanting to appear crazy to her friend.

Martha bought that and turned again to the TV.

"It was hard work, but I think your house is perfect now."

Mel had to agree.

They had managed to put the new furniture in the right place with the help of Andrew, Martha's boyfriend and Tim, his cousin. The two left to go to work and the girls went to get the boxes that were waiting for them in the car.

Airio arrived at Melody's house when the women were watching TV. He heard them talk about the hood man that appeared at the screen.

He looked at his vestment. He was indeed wearing a hood but his was black and long till it reached his feet. It was the usual outfit for soul collectors.

The sound that erupted from Mel's mouth made him look at her. She was laughing at her friend comment.

He couldn't contain the spasms that his facial muscles did at that marvelous sound and he was surprised to realize that it was what the humans called a smile.

He didn't remembered the last time he smiled, probably when he was a child, or even never before. What intrigued him more was the fact that she could pull a response from him with that simple action. No one had ever managed to do so.

When she turned her head around, his breathing stopped for some moments. He knew she couldn't see him. Just the people from his world could, but in that moment, he knew she could sense his presence in some strange way. This woman was special... of that he was certain, but he couldn't detect in which it way precisely.

Her friend left after cleaning the plates from dinner.

He stayed watching her prepare to go to bed. Airio noticed that her rituals were the same as his. Brushing her teeth; putting her pajamas and going to bed pulling all the covers up, so it would hide her head. It was possible that all people did the same, but he felt it strange to share some things with the young woman, a woman that was a merely human.

She scanned the room one last time and her eyes fell on the right spot he was, near the window.

Airio looked at her right in the eyes and wished she could see him. Of course that was impossible and he would probably give her a heart attack which he didn't want to happen.

She then turned the light off and he decided it was a good moment to leave her, so she could rest peacefully.