Let Tomorrow Come (final)

Chapter 5.

I'm a diligent student. This is no secret to anyone. I love spending time in the library. So today I'm going there with Glenn. Kenzi goes to a party. It seems that this is the only thing that can separate brother and sister. I buy coffee for myself and for him at the same time. In fact, I spend a lot of time in the library. After all, there are really a lot of books here. And Glenn doesn't always read; sometimes he draws comics that only he can understand. He doesn't share them with anyone. A couple of times I saw, passing by, that there were strange animals from the world of fantasy. But for all Glenn's modesty and outward dreaminess, these comics looked quite sinister and did not evoke any desire to be interested in their contents.

"Maybe he is not so different from Kenzi?" I thought, but still didn't attach any significance to what I saw.

Glenn's hair has grown over the summer and falls almost to his shoulders in light waves. Sometimes he wears it in a ponytail on top of his head, but today it just frames his thin face, making him look almost transparent. The matter is complicated by a hoodie that is several sizes too big. He goes deeper into the book. I do this too, periodically sipping coffee from a glass. When the coffee runs out, I pause and notice him staring at me. I don't know how long ago.

"Everything is fine?" I ask him.

But he doesn't seem to hear and continues to look straight at me. I wave my hand in front of his face. He winces.

"Sorry, I was just thinking..."

And he immediately looks away, pretending to be engrossed in reading, but then suddenly asks:

"The weather today is cloudy, but it's still not that cold. Do you want to go for a walk?"

To be honest, I don't really want to tear myself away from the book and go somewhere, but I don't have many friends at the university, so I agree.

"Just a little while, Glenn," I tell him.

We go out and walk down the street. It's October. There is almost no wind. Yellow leaves fall slowly, sometimes turning over in the air once or twice. My dark red plaid skirt makes it a little difficult for me to walk, because it is not very short, and Glenn walks at his own pace, and it is no use asking him to slow down. We are silent, and then he suddenly stops at a coffee shop and says:

"Can you wait for me a minute?"

"He is strange," I think. And I answer him myself:

"Of course."

It takes a little longer, but he returns quickly enough and hands me a heart-shaped cookie on a stick.

"What is this?" I ask.

"Take it..." he replies, "It's delicious, I'm telling you for sure."

I take it, but I really don't understand why I need it. I'm about to put it in my bag, but he snatches the wand from my hands and hands it to me again:

"We're friends, right? I have almost no friends, but with you I don't feel out of place, just like with Kenzi..."

He pauses briefly and continues:

"I want you to eat it now. No need to put it off until later."

I can't say that I'm really hungry right now, but I decided not to offend the guy. He really has no friends except his sister. But she has plenty of them.

"In this they are completely different. Probably their relationship is not as ideal as it seems to me from the outside," I conclude.

"Okay, friend, I'll eat, but..." I grab his hand and drag him back to the coffee shop, "you forgot about the drinks. You don't want me to choke on your cookies, do you?"

Luckily, they sell more than just coffee. And I take two cans of cola.

"Take it," I hand it to him.

"What for?" He resists.

"Everything should be mutual," I say and smile at him with one of the widest smiles I can muster.

In fact, I know that she and Kenzie share one scholarship. Because she is still more successful than him. In addition, sometimes they work part-time, while Jack pays for me, even though I'm not his daughter. So strange.

"This will end soon," I remind myself, "you have to find the strength in yourself and give up all of this, girl, it doesn't belong to you. Find your own way, move into a room for four, find a part-time job and be independent. Don't abuse the kindness of strangers. You know how to paint portraits to order."

Exactly, I can draw portraits to order!

We are standing under a large oak tree. Glenn finishes his Coke, I've already finished mine. An acorn falls on my head.

"Damn it!" I swear.

A twig from it gets tangled in my hair.

"Wait," Glenn says, "lean over a little. Like this," he takes out a twig.

"I think we should head back to the dorm, don't you think?" I say dissatisfied.

"Yes, you're right," he replies.

We return and disperse to different sides of the building. That same evening I go online and try to see other artists who do the same thing as me. I find that the market is already crowded. My idea fails miserably. Then I decided to look for jobs that require my abilities. I find one suitable, but... I've never drawn sketches for clothes. And now I need to decide, will I train or will I leave everything as it is and look for something else?