Find me

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It felt like I could fly.

My feet kept running and my eyes moistened up.

The fresh scent of wet soil engulfed me as I breathed each breath. The water from the sprinklers had moistened my skin leaving it cool while the evening sun contrasted it with a lazy warmth on my cheeks.

I ran through the field over to the other side until I reached the stands. There was not a body in sight. Just me. I climbed up the stairs, more like flew, to the topmost row. A discontented part of me wanted to go even higher.

As high as I could. I looked down at the vast field in front of me. It was just green empty space but it somehow overjoyed me. Finally, I climbed onto the wall, carefully placing my feet and stepped up onto the shed of the stands with a little bit of muscle-effort.

I traced the foreign surface to the edge of it, my shoes making a thud sound every time I hit the shed-surface.
I turned around and gasped. I could see the whole of Barcelona spread to the edges of my horizon. The dimming sunlight contrasted perfectly with the aura of the city and it was beautiful. Just beautiful.

I walked to the other edge facing the stadium and sat down. I wanted to just cry. But lately that was all I had been doing.

Even though I was free, I felt scared. Scared to begin this new life. Scared of history repeating. But for the moment, I was content, sitting up in a fresh layer of Barcelona air that was untouched by human beings way down below. My untied hair flew in every which direction the wind took it. It was so pleasant that it made me forget all the pain. All that hidden anxiety beating me from inside out calmed down to a meditation level.

There were tears in my eyes that had turned cold due to the weather. I wiped them away hoping I could see less of those from now on. No matter how peaceful, I couldn't bring myself to smile. It was gone. Just like my power, my trust and my strength.

"Are you crazy?"

I jumped on that voice. My mind felt betrayed on hearing a voice. A human voice.

Didn't I just run away fast and far from this troubled and troubling species of the world?

Guess not.

I turned my head as reluctantly as a child on his first day of school.

And there he was.

On all fours, mid-climb. Retracing my steps.

I didn't say anything. Crazy didn't explain the uncried pain in the back of my eyes. Crazy was a dream, a freedom.

He stood up from his crouched position once he was sure he wouldn't fall. I noticed how slim he was. His black sweat-pants were smudged with brown dust where his legs had made contact with the un-maintained surface of the shed.

"Were you following me?" I asked.

His face contorted into a mixture of confusion and shame. " I saw you running."

That didn't answer my question. But I let it go. Because, yes, he had followed me. His eyes wandered about three sixty degrees and he mirrorred my reactions to the amazing view.

"Wow " His words mouthed. He was smiling.

With his eyes. The sun reflected the green in his eyes to a level of mesmerization. After a few seconds of eternity, he walked upto me and sat down beside me. He was closer than a comfortable distance between two strangers.

"What are you doing here?" He asked me.

For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to look at him when he talked to me. So, I just stared ahead.

"Clearing my head." I whispered into the air. Just then, a breeze went by.

"Hi."

This odd misplaced greeting in the conversation bothered me somehow and I finally turned my neck to look at him. He held out his tanned hand for me to take and smiled with a confidence I could only dream of.

"Hi." I took his hand. At that moment I realized how cold it was up there. A heat wave went through my body the minute he captured my hand in his own. His skin was so warm, I felt like melting into it.

"I'm Neymar Juniór."

He didn't need to tell me who he was. I knew him. Since his 2013 FCB signing to World Cup 2014. I guess he was just introducing himself for the sake of changing 'strangers' to 'I know her/him'. I wondered if he ever practically needed to introduce himself.

"Mirabella"

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