Garden of Epicurus

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"Cristian?" I emphasized on the i. "Are you like into Christianism or something?"

"That must be the worst, and cringiest joke I've heard" he said and it hurt cause I was trying to be socially cooooool.

"Also, it's Cristián" he said emphasizing on the "a".

"You are french then?"

"I am."

"Salut, Je aime les crêpes au chocolat (: Hi, I like crepes with chocolate)"

"Oh, you pronounced it correctly"

"It was an easy one"

I don't know why I was talking to this person. But it felt nice.

"Try translating this" he paused, "Je déteste le philosophe que tu aime (: I hate the philosopher that you love, meaning Aristotle.)"

"I only get the word philosophy, and, judging from your smirk, you said something bad."

"You got me."

"Besides, the only french I know is the french I learned in Junior high school."

"Well, I didn't ask you for that information, but okay."

I shivered for a moment.

"Anyway, I was heading out, Phoebe" he said and dragged himself to the bench on the other side of the table to pick his stuff up.

"Oh, okay"

"Relax a little bit, yeah?"

I smiled, embarrassingly.

He left and I could smell his fragrance while he walked past me; cigarettes and cologne, also a bit of sweat. I took a final little look before he disappeared into the bookshelves.
He was tall and thin like a tree.

I returned to my Aristotle papers, only to find out that any effort to study was failing completely.

Why was I that shy?
Actually, why did I talk to this dumbass that got on my nerves?
Why did I make such bad humor?
Ew, cringe.
I'm I overanalyzing things?
I mean, crêpes au chocolat, Phoebe? What the hell is wrong with you.
Why didn't I talk more?
What does he even do, how old is he, in which room does he live?
Oh no don't tell me I talked endlessly about myself
WHY DID I F*UCKING SNIFF HIM

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Half an hour of desperate trying-to-study later I packed my backpack and left the library as well.

I collapsed into my bed mattress and read some pages of Claude Mossé's book on women in ancient Greece.

"I loved a beautiful girl
that I met. Is this a crime? Then I am
a criminal. What could you say?
I hang around here, not to find
her: I'm looking for her father,
I need to see him, he's the one I need to talk to.
Because I'm young and free"

Just before sleeping completely, I heard the lock open. Letizia came into the room walking on her tiptoes and threw a blanket over me. I swear I could feel her gentle breath coming out of her relaxed lips as she leaned to tuck me in. I pretended to be asleep, hardly holding a smile back, because if I opened my eyes I would burst into tears of emotion.

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Shorter chapter because, because.
I hope I get a comment or a sign of life soon.

I'm thinking of writing some philosophy/history facts along with each chapter.

Let's see how this goes.

So, Aristotle, lost his father, Nichomachus, when he was young. When he grew up, he had a son with Herpyllis, that he named Nichomachus after his father.
It is said that one of his most famous works, The Nichomachean Ethics (: Ithikā Nikomāhia, in Greek) is dedicated to his son, or his father, or maybe both.
The book is about the ethical virtues he was hoping his son would have, and perhaps the virtues that his father had.
It's so sweet, in any case.
His son, Nikomachus, died in a battle when he was young.