Part 4

SON! - My mother's cry is heard in my head and resounds throughout my body as if it were a chill, as I walk through a dark place that I have never seen before, filled with a thick mist with cold air and with a hard floor like the iron and wet, causing rust to spread everywhere.

I move my right arm away from my torso and with the touch of my fingers I feel something more than the cold wind that spreads everywhere. I feel like my fingers touch a kind of bar that seems to be covered by rust from such a humid place, it feels cracked with a rough surface, I approach the site even holding it with my hand and when the first thing I look at comes, indeed, some thick iron bars that are consumed by rust and give them a deplorable image with many cracks but these remain standing, as if waiting to be knocked down.

I sit on the damp, hard, rusty ground with some cracks, waiting like a dog for its master, in front of the front door. But no one is going to come for me and there is nothing I can do about it, because I am a simple defenseless rose painted in different colors and changing scents that would delight anyone. You have to understand when you are valuable and when you are useless and in this case, you can see me waiting for the salvation of nonexistent gods while I die little by little by thorny arms being decorated by roses covered in heady scents.

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I walk through the long corridors of the University of London, watching some students pass by in groups of all sizes, some alone or others on their mobile, chatting or making calls.

I feel my back burning like someone is burning me, I try to ignore it but it's impossible to keep walking. Apparently I have a stalker who looks at me like I'm cheese. I turn around to find two girls who appear to be 19 years old looking in my direction, one of them is sitting and has long brown hair that reaches her back and the other girl is standing in front of her, this one has the black something short. Apparently they were talking animatedly until they came up with the wonderful idea of ​​looking at me as if I were a piece of meat - Am I some kind of sweet so that they are delighting me? - That's what I think while I see them from my position until I proceed to turn around and approach them.

My footsteps echo softly across the well-groomed floor and when I'm at a "decent" distance and with the two girls' gazes in my direction, I proceed to ask my question somewhat dubious.

-Hey you two, why are you looking at me so much? Do I look like a museum to be seen as a work of art? - I say a little annoyed, because I don't like being looked at, much less attracting attention. The girls look at each other and then laugh a little. And there I was, not knowing what the joke was or what they thought was so fucking funny - Do I look like a circus clown? -Apparently they finished laughing when they saw my face of clear disgust for the situation. I see how the brunette directs her attention to me.

Excuse me, it was a bit funny how you said it - says the brunette with a smile that adorns her face making her look "innocent" and somewhat tender. Everything must be said, do not judge me, I am a man so I do not see that I miss him.

-It was very funny - the other girl with black hair tells me with a small smile, making her look beautiful and that jet black hair gives a mysterious touch to her person - But what does it matter, a girl like that would never be interested in a bag of bones and thigh known as Willow or yes ?, I leave you doubt

I roll my eyes showing indifference to the scene they just made themselves.

-Oh come on, don't be boring and sit with us, okay? - The brunette says kindly as she caresses a place next to her, while her friend looks at me expectantly.

-Excuse me girls, but today is my first day and I do not want to be late for my first class, so no- That said, I turn around and say goodbye with my left hand ready to resume my walk through this unknown place so immense . that if I kill someone here no one would know unless they see me and expel me, of course I'm not a murderer ... I think

-Which one are you going? - I redirect my attention to the jet black haired girl who is still standing with her head slightly tilted to the right.

-If I remember class 3-14, why? - Maybe they know where the place is and here I play the idiot for a couple of stupid looks

- 3-14? -I see how you think for a while until you pay attention to me again - I think that class is on the other side, where did you see? left or right?

- Right? - I say doubtfully fearing the worst - Please gods of sacred Olympus who see me from the heavens, the sea and the depths of the earth tell me that I am not lost again and that I am only wandering like a ghost through the corridors - That is my thinking while I see her thinking I don't know what. Please tell me it's not true- I mentally pray for my salvation and for my already aching legs.

-Well, I think you're lost - the jet tells me. And at that moment I died- I think you can get there in time if you walk fast, or do you prefer to run? - Jet says doubtful of my physical abilities but I understand. But the most important thing is that I survived, I think. When I think twice, I'd rather stay here than be overstressing my legs, just sitting in a chair in the middle of a teacher's speech that could make my life miserable.

I inhale some air through my nostrils so that some air reaches my lungs causing my chest to swell, and then I release the air through my oral cavity in a tired sigh. I turn around and walk over to the two girls who are talking about another topic in particular and sit next to the brunette. Sometimes I have to admit defeat and this time I was overcome by fatigue and the desire not to lose my legs while "walking" around here.

They both look at me a bit and then give me an approving smile, I think. Do not kill me, I do not know anything about girls and I bet that any man who is reading this does not know either, those who already have a good relationship, congratulations now are taken by the horns and we will have to put up with a sea of ​​questions about why you were talking to another girl. Be strong, I will accompany you. With that said, let's get on with the story.

The brunette looks at me and puts her left arm that goes through the nape of my neck until it reaches my left shoulder, trapping me in a half hug.

"This is how you make friends," he tells me animatedly as he runs his hand roughly through my hair, tousling it in the process. All my effort thrown into the confines of the garbage sucks how sad - I mentally cry when I see her reaching her hand out to me.

-I'm Emily, nice to meet me- says the brunette with her hand still extended waiting for my presentation

-Yes, whatever you say, I'm Willow- I say to the brunette and then I shake her hand formalizing our presentation

-And I'm Silvia, it's good to see you again, dark circles- she tells me with a wide smile, as she leans forward a little, highlighting her long eyelashes and her hair falling to the sides

-And shit, you're Silvia. the Silvia I know has long hair and wears a horse thing

-Well, sorry to ruin your fantasies with me and my long long hair. And the ponytail was just for work, don't you think I'll wear it all the time do I?

-In the first place, why would I have fantasies about you and your hair? Do I have the face of a sexual depravity or something?

-More or less

-Second, of course I did not expect to see the ponytail everywhere although I thought that was your only look

-senseless

-Third, why aren't you in class? There I suppose we would see each other, well if I recognized you clearly

-Well, when the new ones arrive, they took our class to welcome them and well, it's supposed to -he points at me with his ring finger -You should be there, but don't worry, they won't say something important. can you stay with us

-Very good - I tell him to then raise and lower his shoulders indifferently - It's amazing how a girl can change her appearance overnight with just a stupid haircut and some makeup - I think as I look at her, making her miss with my gaze and feel a little uncomfortable

-How do you look? - she tells me uncomfortable while looking in another direction

-I like your new look, the girls with short hair are the prettiest you can find- I say a little indifferent and somewhat uncomfortable as Emily begins to pat me on the side of my torso

-G Thanks, now save your honey for later, let's talk about other things, okay?

-Good

The three of us talked about various topics and Emily's stupid things, making some boys and girls who passed by us look at us as if we were strange creatures. We talk about work and that Emily and I are out of whack making Silvia give us a little lecture for being so lazy not to look for one. This is how we spent time between talk and nonsense, but at least it was enjoyable.

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-Nuttelion