Maybe...?

CHAPTER 1

A beautiful woman is standing in front of me, smiling, expressing her happiness.
She has wrinkles, her factions seem fragile but she still looks young.
Her hazel eyes and short dark hair makes her yellow dress shine like the sun.

There's a tall and gorgeous man beside, holding her hand peacefully.
His ginger hair matches his light green eyes. He is the person who taught me how to ride my first bicycle.

The white t-shirt he's wearing reminds me of something.

I've seen that t-shirt before.

I've seen those faces before.

I've seen them before.

And I suddenly figure out that they are my parents.

"Are you okay, our little princess?" my mom asks me. "You look pale."

"I miss you so much..." I start crying. "So much..."

"We are proud of you honey." My dad reaches out for my hand "Look at you, you've become a woman"

"Stay with me... with us." I begin to beg them.

All of a sudden, the sky turns gray, my heart is pounding fast and it's almost bursting out of my chest. Everything is disappearing.

And my parents begin to.

"NO¡ Please don't leave me alone¡ NO¡ NOT AGAIN¡" I get on my knees, sobbing.

Everything went black.

"Lea, why are you screaming?" I hear a familiar and nice voice.

My eyes swing open.

I watch carefully around me.

I am surrounded by objects that are familiar to me. An enormous window where I usually read a couple books in one sitting, a desk where I often fall asleep when I try to study and a spacious wardrobe in which I spend hours deciding what to wear.
And right beside me, my grandmother is intending to wake me up.

"It was a nightmare..." I breathe deeply. "Only a nightmare..."

"My poor baby." She kisses my forehead. "I'll prepare you a delicious breakfast for you to cheer up."

I give her a grateful look as I get up, but my body is trembling. The nightmare affected me indeed. I just want to stay in my bed the whole day, I'm not in the mood to deal with those stupid teachers. I suppose that the least I can do is to make my grannie proud by attending school.

I get into the bathroom and honestly, it's a relief that I didn't pee in the bed.

Staring at my reflection for almost half an hour, I ask myself why I still dream about them.

It was a tragic story, a traumatizing memory for me and for the rest of my family.
My parents died 7 years ago, when I was 9.

I don't remember anything about the car accident, but I do know that I didn't cry, not even a little. It was odd because I loved them, believe me, but I guess that it's not mandatory to cry when you feel sad or you are in pain.

In that era of my existence, I didn't overthink about what was happening around me. I didn't have problems to deal with, I exclusively played with my close friends and toys.
Years passed and I'm starting to believe that magic solely occurs in fairytales. The first thing that made me realize that is the moment I saw him walking down the corridor of our high school.

His name is Aiden. He has brown sweet eyes and soft auburn hair. Even though we went through middle school together, I didn't know him until last year.
At first, he wasn't a really cute guy, in fact, he was a bit shorter than me and didn't really talk much. But throughout the years, I learned that he plays the guitar and the piano ans that he plays basketball in the high school team.

He's Aries, and I'm Virgo, it doesn't mean anything, but in my opinion, we would make a perfect couple.

I know, I sound like a complete pyschopath.

The issue here is that I don't know If he likes me or not, or If he even remembers my name.
We're in the same class, same friends, but he's like in another planet, totally apart from mine.

Anyways, now he is the only person that owns mi heart.

And that's kinda bad.

He's not interested in me.

How could he be interested in someone like me?

Someone who prefers to stay at home and watch a movie than to go out with her friends.

Someone who says always the truth and has a black soul.

Someone who hasn't kissed a boy in her whole life. (Because my cousin doesn't count)

There are a hundred beautiful girls at my high school.

Skinny, fashion and very sophisticated girls.

There was an eon where everything was nice.

We were in the same sports team at P.E class and we kind of talked a lot.

His smile lighted up my world, picking up my funny side.

I honestly didn't know that I had one.

It was my 15th birthday and I invited him to my party.

We ate pizza and played basketball in a large field of grass.

He was really cute to me.

Joking around and always helping me to reach the ball.

My best friend Julie was freaking out about it.

She thought that maybe there was going to be a love story between us.

I thought it too.

But thoughts are thoughts.

Not that they have to become true.

Months passed and we lost the friendship contact.

We didn't say hello to each other.

We didn't ask about how was the other.

We didn't anymore, that's it.

It's so heartbreaking when you believe that there's a person who understands you, makes you smile and seems to like you because that only happens in movies.

I was excited, I thought he was my first time experiencing love.

My mind couldn't stop thinking about the beautiful moments we've had had.

Our jokes.

Our bets.

Our talks.

All of that disappeared.

And why?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

But yeah, I'm too shy to ask him.

And I wonder If he's also too shy to ask me.