Alone in We

"Get out of me your weirdo!"

She was the loneliest at night, when the moon was her only friend, but even the great satellite would leave her sometimes. She couldn't protest

Olivia, that's her name if you may ask. An extroverted soul hiding behind a mask. Although meanwhile working as a waitress, loved ballet. In her teenage years, all she could remember was the stage, but that dream died with the age, or so she told

The wind, it was the worst. As she half asleep, it would come to her window sneaking to mock her pain, with a sicking grin and a terrible laugh, she found unbearable to resist, even if she tried, and believe, she tried, no amount effort could put her soul on easy or even blocked her thoughts with a soft lullaby

Crying her sorrow away, the pillow would console her at midnight, no doubts at all, reply to every question she ever wondered on her mind "he's gonna come back at the day light!"

In nearly sleep, there was no rest, no dreams, only nightmares

"At least the street is silent" that's what she thought, before a loud noise interrupt her from across de sidewalk, where two drunkers would rest, nearby a trash. And a car crashed. The neighborhood next door slammed the wall and yelled at the sky with his fist high, swearing names in other language i couldn't repeat even if I tried

"I QUIT" she said in between sheets
"I'm tired" but the tears kept falling like snow, pouring like rain until then rested on her cheeks like granulate over a lovely chocolate cake, but now sour, so are her thoughts

And god, how bad it tastes when she sad

She walked out of her apartment to stand at the Roof top all by herself, at which she is so excelled. To the moment when she was climbing the edge, until her mind lingered on the horizon. There mesmerized with shining stars, she dreamed of flying of the building and landing on the moon or Saturn. Soon enough she was interrupted, by a nervous men, who encountered her in that same position

"Stop! Don't move, imma help you get you out of there" he said, as slowly coming closer "what?" She looked confused as he would get over
"Hold my hand" he stood by her side
"But, I'm good...I don't need help"
"No?"
"No!"
"Then why do you look so helpless?"
"Aren't we all?"
He was quiet, but to admit that was an epiphany "how can a few words only, describe my whole life?" So he just stood by her side

while ready to leave, she trip, standing on the tip of the building with only the grip of her fingertips. He pulled right after in no wasting time, helping her climp his shoulders as they would roll over the dust of the chimes

The glaze in his eyes frozen with the touch. Suddenly it was winter in Barcelona, but summer at the same time. The world stopped by her sign. The green lime color of her pupils sparkled, as she glanced him so divine, leaving him breathless "she's beautiful" he thought
"Get of me your weirdo" she shot