Pov Ingrid:
My parents picked me up at the airport, their hugs seemed endless but I missed them so much that when they let me go and we started walking it seemed strange to me. We talked and they praised me all the way home, where my brother and my beloved dog Hector were, who unfortunately couldn't take me with him to Barcelona. When I had been with them for a while I went to my room so I could call Maria like I promised, but my parents were still very excited about my arrival and I couldn't talk to her for long.
Gurdun: Who were you talking to?
Ingrid: With one of my new classmates, I went to the airport and wanted to thank her.— I wasn't ready yet to talk about Maria at home.
Anders: Don't lie to your mom, I was talking to the blonde girl from the game. — My mother's eyes got huge.
Gurdun: Ayy! Is that true? Ingrid, why don't you tell me things?
Ingrid: Because there's nothing to tell.— I was going to kill my brother— Well, there is something, some of the girls from Barça are coming to spend New Year's here.
Orjan: Everyone is welcome here!! But I don't know if we'll all come in.
Ingrid: Don't worry about that, they've taken a hotel in Oslo but they'll come to dinner, if that's okay with you.— They all accepted and it seemed like my mother had forgotten about Mapi.
The next day many of my relatives arrived, they were all happy and very excited about my return for Christmas, it was a very pleasant meal, I had missed the family atmosphere and the decent food, because even though Mapi said I was good at it, nothing could be like my mother's cooking.
Since it was the same time zone as in Spain, I could talk to the blonde girl quite comfortably. She had also arrived home in Zaragoza and was with her friends. She sent me two hundred photos of that beautiful city. Everything seemed to be going well with the blonde girl.
In the afternoon, my childhood friends and I went downtown to take a walk and talk about everything that had happened in those four months since I started at Barcelona. They all asked the same thing: "How is the girl from Barça?" "We didn't know you liked blondes." "When are you introducing her?" I couldn't help but laugh at all that, they reminded me of Alexia interrogating Maria, I explained everything that had happened, their faces went through joy, sadness and surprise as the events were happening, but in the end their conclusion was that I looked fine, that was the important thing and also that they could meet her in just a few days and then they would really appreciate it, Alexia was going to remain an anecdote when she saw how gossipy my friends could be, although I didn't know if they would be able to understand her because of the different languages.
We walked around Oslo, it was beautiful but now that I had gotten used to the wonderful Mediterranean climate my body was extremely cold, I had never felt that, my friends laughed at me that I was losing my good habits, since when I was in Germany the climate was more similar and I hadn't noticed that change. The lights shone very brightly, I was looking forward to Maria being able to see them and enjoy with her the Christmas atmosphere we had here. She was always in my thoughts, I didn't understand how she could think that I would leave her in my head or that I would replace her with someone else, sometimes that made me back off, it reminded me of what happened with Ana because I never understood what reasons she could have seen for doing that, and now I still didn't see why she didn't trust what I promised her. All the happiness that surrounded me was turning into darkness and I stopped paying attention to my friends and the great atmosphere that there was in my city, but I tried to think about how well everything was working during the last few days, without much success.
The days passed and with them the Christmas celebrations, Maria and I had distanced ourselves a little, I had told her what I thought that afternoon, since if we were going to take more steps we had to be honest and she told me that she would try, which made me feel slightly calmer, but because of the holidays I had not found much time to call her, nor she to me I suppose for the same reason, there were two days left for her arrival and I was looking for things to entertain myself with, my low mood kept my friends awake and they tried to get me out of the house, on one of those outings we went into an antique store, it was simply for the laughs of seeing what we could do there was everything there, from paintings, rare animals, astrology charts, to jewelry that looked really expensive and good, I stood there for a long time looking at some rings, one was gold with some small pink stones and the other silver with the same silhouette of pink stones, they seemed beautiful to me, an instinct suggested me to buy them, "one for her and one for me" I kept telling myself and so I did, I didn't know when I would give them to her, or even if we would talk when she arrived because now things weren't as perfect as they were 6 days ago, they weren't as expensive as they seemed which I was very grateful for, of course my friends made all kinds of jokes about it, but I was happy again, I smiled again thinking about her. And as the day didn't come, they arrived unlike me very early in the morning, so once they were already at the hotel I left with my best friend to see them. I was nervous, the night before we had argued again over nonsense, she said she would never be enough for me and I was already tired of telling her a thousand times to trust me, that disappointed me especially for her, because I know she didn't do it on purpose, someone had hurt her so much that no matter how much I healed her it never seemed to be enough and although I wanted to be there forever, it was hard for me to stay there sometimes.
