The Parallels

2. Youth and Age

Will couldn't remember when he last time saw someone as amazing as was Bianca. She was like a bomb, which was ready to explode. Actually, she was exploding all the time. With words. More and more of them were leaving her mouth, she was waving her hands in order to make words sound more emotionally and convincingly.

The girl was talking about everything, telling stories that happened with her, describing interesting books or films and only sometimes naming cultural monuments.

"And here is the bus station," said Bianca, pointing by her finger. She had black nail polish and gnawed nails, which the boy didn't expected. That girl was all colourful and bright, even in her black leather jacket.
"Are you obsessed with stations? You've already showed me five bus and two train stops," noticed Will. That fact that someone was talking about stations during the tour was strange for him. If he was the guide, he would probably talk about every single building here, because architecture was wonderful here.

"You got me," replied Bianca and her face was so serious. "Stations are so romantic! They've seen more tears, than cemeteries. They've head more sincere 'I love you', than wedding halls and more hearty prays, than churches."

Will felt how his eyes became wider so shocked was he with this speech. He saw in Bianca's eyes hidden smile, then the corner of her lips twitched and she started laughing.
"Don't say you believed me! I'm not so miserable. Moreover, I know all this stops, because I run away from my parents quite often. Put historians into the museum and you'll die from boredom."
Bianca stopped talking for a moment and looked around, so Will did the same thing.

It was about 8 p.m., sun was almost hidden behind the horizon. The sky was dark blue and a little bit purple with the pattern of the stars. Everywhere shone lights and signboards of shops.
The city was breathtaking in the evening. Will hasn't noticed the beauty for a long time and he's just understood how much he missed it. Last years he passed by life with closed eyes.

"The only thing I love in Vienna is architecture," unexpectedly said Bianca and Will began listening to her more attentively.
"Look at these houses, museums, churches, libraries. It's such a pleasure to look at them. You can only wonder, who created the pattern or built the wall. You just see the result of work and it's always perfect. There is something mysterious about buildings: you can really like it, but you have no idea what is happening inside. Maybe someone is dying there, but you see only ancient walls and windows."

"By the way, I'm going to be an architect," said Will. He was impressed by Bianca's thoughts about architecture. He has never thought about buildings in that way. For Will they were something reliable, that can't be ruined by time as quickly as human. A symbol of endurance and eternity.

"By the way, it's the only fact you've said about yourself," responded Bianca and stopped opposite him, letting no way to escape. "Come on, don't be so closed and shy!"
She quickly found agreement in his eyes, smiled proudly and continued walking.

"So, how old are you?" asked girl.
At that moment Will frizzed. He hated this question, but even more hated answer on it. His age. After people get to know how old he was, they started asking him about past, about wars or about his family. He didn't want to ruin an evening like that with unpleasant topics, so the boy decided to be irresponsible, just like Nick and lie.

"Nineteen. I'm nineteen."
Bianca turned around and looked in his eyes. Her smirk didn't predict something good.
"So than your name is Jake. Because all Jakes are liars."
"In fact, I'm Will and you know this".

The girl kept looking in his eyes, like she was hoping to find out his real age there. Will perceived that her eyes were light blue, but not deep, not like ocean, where someone could sink. She wasn't the girl from the love song. She was just Bianca.
Then girl shrugged, telling: "Okay, William, if you don't want to tell the truth better shut up."