That day I thought I would die.
On the contrary, I remained full of my existence while the world died in my place.
I delayed understanding what was happening, I believe that even for the most intelligent of us was hard to conceive this new reality, and only the sages in their wisdom believe that at some point it would happen. Still, I dare to say that they never thought it would be in that way.
One of these sages said that at some point in life the world forces you to grow. I remember that moment perfectly.
The dim light of the afternoon did not reduce the palpable happiness of the two interlocutors, who walked briefly on the busy street. They both carried backpacks, wore uniforms, and seemed to be oblivious to the drizzle that stubbornly fell without rest for hours.
“It's finally over” Lituart said, patting his friend's shoulder lightly.
Miguel felt the touch of his friend and can not help but smile. The last day as high school students was over. The feeling of freedom was rewarding, from then on he would do only what he liked.
"I'll miss you, a little ..." Miguel answered with the corner of his mouth slightly twisted into a playful laugh as he saw the same thing happening on Lituart's face.
“Relax, brother. is not so easy to get rid of me, you know that we will not even live so far, we can still see each other on weekends." Finished Lituart as they stopped at a street corner.
The two came face to face. It was here that they always said goodbye in the four years they studied together, from there they went their own way. after a quick goodbye Miguel watched his friend's blonde hair disappear into the midst of a small crowd.
The drizzle thickened into a steady rain.
Standing alone on that corner the tall buildings never seemed so oppressive, the feeble sense of freedom he felt was suppressed by growing anxiety. He tried to fool this feeling in the last few months, but now he felt the discomfort reach his throat. Completely soaked he got on the bus without greeting the driver, a nice white-haired man.
The drive to house was short, twenty minutes by bus, more five walking. He made the whole journey of his head low, lost in thought. Only recovering consciousness as he stared at the door. He took the bundle of keys from his pocket and entered his quiet apartment. Even with the lights on the place seemed a little too dark, the owners would not let paint the walls, and Miguel hated deeply the monotonous gray they chose.
Yet it was considerably cheap, the most that his failed work as an artist and the small allowance his uncle commanded allowed. Yet he had a bathroom, a bedroom, a room and kitchen. Much more than many people, so I was comfortable with this situation. For a while.
In the end it was none of those things that bothered him. What really made him lose his sleep was the persistent thought that nothing made sense, something seemed to be missing to fill a small space in his chest, which insisted on being kept only for himself. Almost by habit made a cup of coffee and sat on the comfortable couch that seemed to swallow the mood, one of the few things he really liked about this apartment.
He felt his head grow lighter as the hot liquid trickled down his throat. In his right and above the window the turn of the clock was the only audible noise. He kept his gaze fixed on the with such concentration that not notice as the sky changed from a deep black to a blazing red, losing the moment that sevem gigantic fireballs cut the horizon and changed the world forever.
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