Is your choice [English Ver.]

Chapter 1: Remembering good times.

           Today began my encounter with the person who I had left behind long ago. He was a person who wanted too much and who I could never tell my deepest feelings because I was always afraid of rejection. I did not care to be friends forever if I could be by his side forever. The trouble was that our relationship was physically stopped by the fact that I must return to Spain; my parents were sick and had to care for them. After a time, they were improved and finally I could now return.

As expected, I could not lose communication with him so, whenever we could , we talked on Skype. It was great talking with him every day even if it was for a few minutes or hours. He often had to stop calling me to do some live video but always made a gesture that I only understood, just to know that he kept thinking about me. I never took these actions like he wanted me in a romantic way or anything, it was just my best friend. In the background call him in this way, like a friend, hurt my heart.

" Soon disembarking , thank you very much for your confidence deposited in our company ... "

The typical metallic voice echoed through the place making the dream that was about to take me to the Rem phase disappeared. I was eager to go out looking for that red hair that he was wearing now . Sure it would be too obvious to see him among so many people. With the help of one of the hostesses, I entered to the terminal and then, I send a message to him that I had already arrived. Surely, he were waiting for me in the car so, that would be like a signal for him to enter and come looking for me.

While waiting, my gaze was directed towards all sides. Finally, my gaze was fixed on the big clock on the center of the terminal. "It's already twelve o'clock ." I was about to sit down in a chair when a pair of hands covered my eyes. As a reflex, I lift my hands for reaching the ones which was covering my eyes. "No traps , tell me, Who am I? " As in case it were to doubt . I said his name quickly , without giving time for anything , turn around and throw to embrace him tenderly.

How much time were passed since I was in his arms? Ah! I felt like a fangirl when they could embrace him as favorite YouTuber. Lifting me a few centimeters from the ground , he spun me around in the air. Both laughed like two silly persons but it was nice to see him like that. Soon his questions about how everything went by Spain and how would the health of my parents, came to my ears , but I calmed him telling that all was great. The truth is that it was not my native country but I felt more comfortable in California.

Before I can hold my bags, he took them objecting that as I was the guest , I would not charge anything . My childish pout came to light but a fun Mark, returned the gesture. I thought that, at this time, Mark would not have so many fans who attend. It was late but the truth was that as we left the terminal a couple of girls recognized him. They would have the same age as me or similar. I did not want to bother so, I moved a bit without taking my eyes from the adverse face.

That smile of satisfaction was very sweet and I loved it. Although I was a bit jealous for the fact that I was not the only girl who recived that kind of gaze. Ugh, I just felt something in my chest, disturbing . I thought that when he finished to talk with tha ladies we could go to the car and get home soon, where I would stay for a few days until I found an apartment to stay. Still, I was wrong: "Wait ... That's not the girl who makes collaborations with various Rock musical groups? " Oh. That had surprised me. It was rare that people recognize me for my contributions, I passed very unnoticed.

"So... Is she dating with Mark?"

Before they bring erroneous conclusions (but not bother me as all), both deny it and explain that we only were friends for many years. After a few minutes of small talk, the girls asked us a picture, which we take without any problems. Both were totally happy with their photos. I received a warm smile from him after the girls leaved. "From what I see your musical career goes well. You have fans. " The truth is that it was the first time this happened to me so I was pretty excited.

These fans were because I had a YouTube channel in Spain , where I commented about my tours with several well-known groups that I worked. I am affiliated and working with an American company that, occasionally , I temporarily integrated into a group ( with the permission of the same ) to gain some fame and get a little of fame as a future singer of my own group .

Besides music, on my channel there were a couple of videos which were contributions with Mark and his friends. Therefore, also I won reputation. He was always helping me with my stuff and as I could, I announced him in all of the places I went.

For now, I was on vacation and I would not work in a good pair of months or at least I hoped so. Right now what I wanted to occupied my mind with that man with dark hair and a red stripe: Mark. During I stayed in his home I would be trying to find an apartment and trying to find a way to tell everything that was around in mind about him and what I felt always. Yeah, I wanted to stop being her friend and try to be something else.

Once we got on the car, my eyes slowly narrowed until it closed. I had not expected this. His voice became, without realizing it, a lullaby to my mind. The dream became heavier and heavier until I completely fall asleep. Neither the voice of Mark , was able to cross that wall called dream that he had helped to form.