8:52 AM

Paris

Clear weather. The sun shines and the life of every being is in motion.

The transitability of it all.

It's not so great to start the morning with:

-Who the fuck are you?!!

-You speak to me in that tone again and I will... nevermind.

I'm getting on the edge, this is like rule number 1 of tourism.

-W-what?... What the hell do you mean?!!

It took my strength to say that, I'm tired already.

She gets up and discards the History mag I was studying.

I'm already down on my knees.

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Uncertainty, she is uncertainty.

-What... why are you...

She picks me up and throws me in the chair facing her.

I'm scared.

-Listen.

-It's not like I have much choice.

That surprised me, that reaction of me, it was one of the very few times I was this agressive, right before, it was even wor-I was even worse...

-My eyes are up here.

I was lost in my thoughts for a second there, so I comply.

She seems to be bitter, so I better not piss her off further.

Her eyes are bright brown, beautiful, only looking at them was as is if something vibrated throughout my brain.

-I guess I owe you a thanks for yesterday, but I can't accept such a weak-minded servant.

Don't tell me I... I... is she a noble from another country and I...

But I barely ever drink!!!

She stares at me, I look at her, she lowers her head and says:

-Focus...

It feels like hell, my body hurts from head to toe, like I'm at kissing distance to sn explosion.

The door cracks. There could be only one person coming in.

-I can't believe you got this lucky dude!

Yes!

-Can I meet her?

I want to look across the small table, I can't.

I can feel the sweat on my forehead.

-We going now?

I get up as fast as my legs allow me to, and sprint to the door.

-You won't...

-I'll figure it out there, we're getting late.

-You're a little bit paler than usual, are...

-Yes, let's go!

-Alright, alright!

It's best to get him and myself away from here for now.

I put my hand on the doorknob, and I force myself to look at my front.

She's not there, completely gone.