The end
Valentina had left the comic book Dylan Dog open on the bed and changed his shirt was still thinking back to the story he was reading.
Werner had called that afternoon asking her to join him at the park, in that tone that he had posted a few days. He was about to say no, but then he thought he could not do the precious as usual.
He put a bag of flax shoulder, selected Anywhere Evanescence of the mp3 player, got on the bike and quickly crossed the neighborhood.
Ten minutes later she arrived.
The air was muggy.
swarms of insects buzzing in deserts and shady corners. A small crowd stood around the ice cream parlor.
They felt the bongos in the distance near the lake, perhaps the Flame where he went with his friends.
Then she saw him. He was sitting on a bench in one hand a bit 'rare, with his elbows resting on knees.
tied the bike to a pole and ran.
Hey!
Oh, here.
wore tight jeans, as always. A bundle of keys hanging from his belt. Blacks and smooth the hair covering half his face, and a small tattoo on her wrist was circled. The
annoyed that tone of superiority that was given. On the one hand, however, she liked. It made her feel safe.
Years before, at school, everything was different.
She was the classic good girl. She wore her hair with colorful rubber bands and clips. The teachers chose it again for the lead role in the performances and very good in writing tasks. We even spoke with him, who was a bundle whiner. He was shorter than she and wore glasses with blue rubber rim. As the butt of consumer jokes, the little Werner.
His mother was German. Unlike the son, was very striking. He always wore sunglasses, even though the sky was gray. When talking with other parents, from school, he was smiling and elegant, had glossy red lipstick and her hair smelled of shampoo.
diversity so strong between the two had always surprised.
Then something had changed.
In high school, a bespectacled quell'animaletto sobbing and there was nothing left.
had become one of those who always stopped to smoke in the bathrooms and handing out flyers during the self-management.
Perhaps, in fact, was not so different from her mother.
So, what do you mean?
He sat down and pressed his arm, rubbing his cheek on his shoulder.
stuff I tell you two ...
not returned the embrace. It was hard and stared at the empty, perhaps a step beyond the trees, far away.
Yesterday I heard Albe. He told me that you went to Verbena dancing last week, you saw that you were with that guy, Dade. I thought you said you had to finish the thesis of communication, instead you were to jump with the guy and I like a jerk at home. Good situation, good.
Valerie felt a violent thump from a sternum that spread in waves into the stomach. The heart seemed to be finished in the neck, pulse faster contract. He tried to swallow but the tongue was dry like a carpet. Far
, the rhythm of bongos continued.
Go 'that's not true. Did not I tell that I had to finish the dissertation, that was the last time, maybe two weeks ago. Verbena was there instead to go but you were not there, you were gone Como do not know what.
Werner began to bite his nails. He was trying to control herself, she thought.
not true, you know. And stop to deny because it is not necessary.
Yes it is true. If you seemed to me once believed.
Then Valentina expected him to get up and started yelling bad words in front of everyone making embarrassing. But then he would have forgiven her and would go to the kiosk to get a flat bread and perhaps from Flame or Albe, even if he had been fighting to get them, asshole.
Werner, however, that time, did not reply. He clenched his lips and said no more. He looked at her with
sadly, as if he had no desire to respond. It seemed to say they had understood and that there was no need to continue with the usual scripted.
Two drops began to fall from his eyes down her cheeks flushed.
looked to the ground. An ant carrying a crumb twice older than her.
He understood that his silence could only mean that their history was about to end.
Despite the tears and a vague sense of guilt, he felt relieved.
