It was the morning after almost a week of rainy days, it was finally the first morning in which the sun showed its shining face, several citizens had manifested by the media, in the previous days, that they hated these days of frequent rain, since in addition to increasing the risk of catching colds, they also felt that their spirits decreased,  It was as if the rainy days penetrated their own soul, their own mind and their interior seemed to be flooded with the rain that at that time wet the streets in the mornings, in the afternoons and often in the evenings. Some citizens of the Quartz city were beginning to take seriously the joking references to the flood mentioned in The Holy Bible.

That sunny morning Kira Valentin jogged on the expected warm Thursday morning, she did that activity three times a week. Something that had been interrupted by the constant rainy days, it was something that he had really enjoyed doing since he was 15 years old, that day the sun's rays caressed her face, it didn't bother her in the slightest, she liked to feel the heat dim on her golden skin, accentuated by jogging on sunny days, going to the pools, and visits to the beach that she could make approximately every three months, since to go to the nearest beach she had to be willing to take a trip by car. car or bus five hours. She had always had a preference for vibrant days, gray days caused her a feeling of melancholy since she was a child, she knew it was silly to feel that way simply because of the weather, even if she tried to avoid it, that feeling always formed inside her, until the gray and the rain left to visit the next time.

In her path she saw a little girl with very dark hair, the luminosity of the sun's rays gave her an appearance of black silk, her straight hair reached her neck and contrasted with the paleness of her skin; Her uniform consisted of a white T-shirt, on the left side of her chest she had the school shield and the red kilt had perfectly ironed folds. She surely was a girl who was precious to her parents. When she passed by it and without knowing her reason, she Kira she stopped for a moment as she had an innocent memory that burst into her mind like a small rock that when thrown broke the surface. of a lake; she remembered when she herself was that age; her childhood dreams, innocent dreams, games, desires drawn by her ingenuity. She wanted to one day meet a man like the princes of fairy tales, handsome and brave, who would be really special to her and who would only think of her, who would completely move her world, incomparable, someone who could surprise her in ways who thought they weren't possible, someone who… Kira laughed, shaking her head as if to shake off those naive memories. Thinking the nonsense of childhood, as if those had been better days, and maybe they were.

She continued with her trot, but without knowing the reason, an unsettling sensation settled in her chest, similar to the one her felt when the gray days approached.

Virtus was a country known for unceremoniously punishing anything that went against order, a country that on its golden national shield the word justice stood out against the white background and, next to it, two black eagles seemed to guard that word , as if they would rend those who dared to harm them. Somewhere in the city of Cuarzo, one of the great cities of that country, a man was at the top of one of the many buildings that prevailed in the city, away from the street lights, which they illuminated the passage of passers-by, who when viewed from above seemed simply moving dots that were easy to ignore. He was on that terrace listening to his thoughts that sometimes could get annoying, he still didn't wield enough power to shut them up. What is this feeling that sometimes bathed him as if he were under a waterfall? Why this stuffy feeling of boredom? There were some days when it seemed that only while he slept, he could also rest this feeling. Lively dances, jazz music or a walk with the funeral march in the background, angelic voices seemed only reflections seen through a layer of plexiglass that must have been scratched by sharp rocks; sometimes he felt as if rocks were on his chest, it wasn't frequent, it wasn't very intense, but when it happened it was a nuisance that he couldn't control. The good thing was that after that feeling was gone, it seemed as if it had never been there in the first place.

Standing on the roof, he tilted his head back a little and tried to look at the stars, but the stars would be seen somewhere else with more intensity. That's one of the things about cities; its artificial lights could be distracting enough to make you forget that more powerful lights shone in the distance. The artificial prevents us from seeing the splendor of the natural, greatness is there for you to see, to appreciate, to taste, but most have been blinded by the lights installed in a labyrinth of cheap and opaque plastic. Being there, looking at the moon at that moment, he felt as if he were disconnected from that reality. The night was cold, as was his own skin, the moon was pale as he was, he looked at his hands with a calm expression and for a moment, he saw them stained with red; but he knew that was not real. They were just memories of previous nights.

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First days of January. A new year was beginning. People have expectations and illusions, hoping that things would be much better than they had been the year before, traveling, meeting people, learning more things in this life that is so short and vanishes as if it had only been the dream of someone from another universe. some felt

that life was good, that wild parties and drugs aren't as bad as parents say they are, the nights are almost always golden, these people are so young, their souls may not have been touched by frustration and seeing as their dreams are like fairies that flutter by their side, but when they want to reach them they laugh in their faces with mischief and walk away, then the years pass and they wither long before they should, they fade, full of sadness of not have listened to those who loved them. Death and memories were two friends who sometimes made their visits side by side.

One month after.

That afternoon was a bit humid, at least it hadn't rained the night before and there had only been a passing drizzle in the early hours of the morning. The people in the streets wore their vests and coats on the cloudy day, knowing the weather it was known that it was going to get a little colder as the hours passed and it would possibly rain heavily at any moment.

In some room, a red alarm clock in the shape of a heart and also red numbers sound shrilly, someone's comforting sleep is interrupted, a hand searches for the source of the annoying noise and, after several attempts, found it and the annoyance ceased. "Another 5 more minutes..." she murmured although she knew that she was not going to be able to continue sleeping because she was a light sleeper, but her bed was warm, very comfortable to leave it, now she was wondering why she had set her alarm clock, to later remember that, if she did not eat dinner, perhaps she would get up at midnight to look for the leftovers from dinner, possibly she would take them out of the fridge and without heating them in the microwave oven she would eat them just like that, afterwards she would have an annoying stomach ache as she had happened before. It was better to get up for dinner.

The door to her room opened, the lack of oil on the hinges was evident, the screeching metallic sound that placed you on alert and raised the hairs on your body at the stillness of the room, of course, if you were under pressure beforehand. some kind of stress, which was not the case for the person who was sleeping between the baby blue sheets. She snuggled deeper into the sheets as footsteps sounded closer to the bed and a man in his late forties, stubble, blue plaid shirt, faded jeans. She came closer with a soft smile on her face.

"Kira," he said softly, "you've slept a lot this day, that's something you don't usually do, I heard your alarm went off. Get up and clean up so you can go to dinner. She -withdrew from the room with a calm step.

The girl pulled the light blue sheets over her body at the moment the door was closed, revealing beneath them an elongated and shapely body, skin tanned like brown sand, long legs, firm thighs in short yellow pajama pants and some hands possessing long, thin and graceful fingers as if they were made for a pianist. She carelessly touched her own face with one hand, running her long, oval-shaped nails over the nape of her neck, then brought them to her head and ruffled even more her short brown hair that didn't quite cover her ears and stood up. , giving her a somewhat funny appearance as if she had been the victim of a mischievous blizzard.

"Is it already so late?" Have I really slept that much? She said, looking through closed eyes at the window from which hung the thick green curtains like the grass of the fields that she visited when she went to her grandparents' house, who had abandoned this place some time ago. world. She saw the panorama of that moment; the reddish in the sky being replaced by much darker hues, colors that were the watercolor of nature. A prolonged announcement of the farewell of a star.

"I haven't been able to sleep well," she murmured while rubbing the palm of her hands on her eyes, still with vestiges of sleep, "I must take advantage of my rest before going back to work." time, like a sigh, that only weighs when we look back, as we fall apart a little more each time, moving away from who we once were. Possibly tomorrow at this time her friend Jadeen would be calling him at this time, since he had previously warned her that she would do so.