Chapter#6 Anonymous

It was a comforting, dark and warm environment, completely comfortable for the sudden drop in temperature on that cloudy day. Without a doubt, for Ingrid, there was no better outlook. A nice Sunday to sleep and wander in peace. Or so she believed herself until she heard a frying pan being hit into overdrive along with heavy but contented footsteps. The door opens in a thunderous way, hearing even more the metal container being brutally beaten along with barks full of happiness. Yes, gentlemen, at that moment there was nothing else in Ingrid's head to cook the dog's snout and hit the only one capable of annoying her day with the damn frying pan.

-Come on, time to get up, it's a super day to go around so get out of bed!

-Please, shut up. She spoke reluctantly, her body under the covers.

"Get up, you damn lazy cat ..." Without thinking twice, Tom removed the large duvet from the hidden body and I can't help but scream like a girl when she saw what Ingrid had in her hands "really? Didn't you vote for That thing you say to call a stuffed animal and you claim it's a cat?

No doubt anyone would be scared. As much as the silver-haired girl tried to fix the teddy bear, the poor thing looked more like a stuffing and seams mass than anything else, but still she did not discard it. He clung to him like it was the will to live from him.

"Of course not, nor will I, and if it only occurs to you, throw it away when I'm not at home." - I speak, sitting up with the stuffed animal in my arms and an accusing finger to the opposite face- I swear Tomas, that you will not have offspring to tell your memories.

–Y-yes, no problem, just let me live a little longer.

–Well, now you will tell me, why did you wake me up at this time? -He looks at his cell phone-it's barely eight thirty, I'm tired, I'm sleepy

"That you could be?" If you don't even work ... -it doesn't end because he gets a pillow on his face.

-Are you sure? So explain to me, who was done yesterday cleaning, shaking and organizing the mess you caused because you couldn't find the damn briefcase that, in the end, turned out to be hanging on your shoulder all the time, ah?

–Okay, you win, you're right, I just wanted us to go there today, you know, friends time to clear up a bit.

In that month of coexistence with some two or three weeks, they had incredibly developed an enviable friendship. It seemed like a friendly relationship of years longer than anything else. Although Ingrid still did not reveal her concerns to him, although Tom had already opened up a little more to her by telling her a little about his family's history and her relationship with her brother, which turned out to be quite favorable to be children of different mothers

"Okay, let me wear something decent." -He could not resist the face of desolation that the poor man brought- please, get out of the room, hello flea -bends down and caresses the dog- I do forgive you because I love you pooch -he gets up again and goes to the bathroom incorporated in the room.

- Did that hurt you know? -shouts the black-haired so that he can hear it- really? You forgive him because he is adorable and do you scold me?

-The poor guy is not to blame, he just continues to party and he doesn't hit steel pans right on my ear. -answers the other.

–Well, I'll wait for you outside, you'll regret loving him more than me.

There is a low, humorous laugh before being dispersed a little by the closing of the door and finishing melting into the hall.

At the end of the light shower Ingrid stood in front of the mirror with the toothbrush in her mouth with a little foam in her meals, if she looked at herself carefully it seemed that she had anger and not toothpaste. Still washing her mouth, she took a garter and improvised a disheveled bun, leaving strands of her hair untied to give that carefree touch that characterized her. She took advantage of the moment and applied a bit of eyeliner in the water line and on her eyelids to put a simple cream on the rest of her face. Although she had acne, it was minimal and he didn't mind having pimples on her face. They made her feel natural and spontaneous because she made no effort to hide those imperfections.

She came out of the bathroom and paired some black converse with a jean ripped at the knee by her own hand with a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket with silver accents. After that girls' night out with Diana, the next day they dedicated themselves to replacing the wardrobe as it was completely necessary. Ingrid, yes or yes, had to look for more clothes than her, only the one she had in her backpack, so she dedicated almost all of what was left of her savings to buy clothes and accessories, all simple, nothing of great importance. She already completely ready she left the director's room to the kitchen where she was greeted by the smell of morning coffee along with a cup of tea already made on the side of her bar.

-Thank you. she -she spoke before giving light puffs to the steaming drink in her hands- where are you going to walk.

"I thought we could go to the park."

–You go there every day to walk Kuro, why did you wake me up if it's to the park?

"Not to that park." I mean the amusement park.

-I get it. Well, it's not a bad idea. He eats a piece of buttered toast that she had in front of her and takes one last sip from the cup in her hands.

–Espersme, let me leave Kuro to the lady across the street to take care of him.

Nodding, Ingrid stares at the middle room. Really, the poor apartment needs the female toqie urgently. With the money she had left, she was thinking of buying some new curtains and maybe painting the walls. In addition to some pictures or decorations for the walls. Replace the furniture permanently, that dirty red color from dust was no longer removed even with the help of the holy spirit. Just like the kitchen. She had to change the air. Maybe some vinyl paper that she saw on the internet to cover the first and change just a few minor things. The cabinets were already worn out and a good little paint would do them good and not look for new carpet. Obviously, all of that will be fixed when I find a steady job and get Tom's approval for the modifications. Even in her decorative reverie, he did not notice the calls of hers, complete with hers, who pulled her hair.

"Heavens, you're deaf, but what an eighty grandmother

-Don't make fun of me, I was only in yuprendi ...

"In yu-what?"

–Ok, in Narnia, do you understand better?

–Well, how far you were walking. Let's go before Kuro realizes she's staying home. Run! -He takes her by the arm and stumbles down the stairs with him at extreme speed.

–You know that there are elevators, right? she says with her hands on her knees.

–Yes, but it's more fun going down the stairs, exercise my dear Ingrid, pure exercise.

-Shut up the pick before I hit you

"I can't keep my pick up because I don't have one." she -she laughs at her joke -Auch! -She humps the back of her neck since she had received a blow from Ingrid with a closed hand- I don't think you would give me a real shot, you're bad.

Without saying anything else, he fiercely walked the building, rubbing her own hand, she had to accept that the beast she had for a friend had a hard head.

-Cab? she asked without looking.

-Yeah, the car is still in the shop.

"I still can't get over you crashing the car just because you stared at a chocolate cake." she says, sticking her hand out to hail a taxi.

–It wasn't a chocolate cake, it was "The Chocolate Cake" "just perfect.

–Sisisisisi as you say, come in now. -she speaks sighing pointing to the open door of the car- just next time make sure to stop

-Yes mom.

-Where boys. the driver spoke.

–Where your heart leads you, good man. -the black-haired man responds with an air of drama.

"Get serious or I'm going to get you out of the car please."

"Ignore him, today he got up with the sugar in his brain." -answers the silver-haired woman with her fingers on the bridge of her nose- please send her to the Seattle Great Wheel

-Good.

-You are serious, Tomas ...

"I know, but that's how you love me." -She hugs him smiling big.

"You don't seem to be twenty-four at all."

–And you definitely don't look like your eighteen darling.

-Yes, whatever you say.

They spent a few minutes on the trip looking at the window, keeping in her memory everything that she could. He simply loved the city, it was full of life at all hours, if by day it looked so beautiful at night it should be noted that no one surpassed it, despite the difficulties the first days, he did not regret being there.

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When he arrived, the first thing that caught his eyes was the large Ferris wheel almost stuck to the water. It was just splendid. He couldn't wait to get in there. The two left embraced like good friends and toured the place detailing everything. They bought cotton candy and other trinkets. Photos were taken next to the big Ferris wheel managing to get some genuine smiles from Ingrid in the process. Tom was proud of her departure since the idea of her was to get her out of her a little of those constant thoughts that tormented her. It was silly because he accepted it himself, but he was not so stupid or clueless not to notice when she was in her worst moments.

Finally after changing the whole place they bought souvenir gifts. Each one bought a key ring that could be considered a couple but they didn't care. They knew they were like brothers so they paid little attention to it. The key chains consisted of guitars. Ingrid chose for Tom a simple acoustic guitar with red and gold accents with some beads hanging on the strings of it. Meanwhile Tom chose a guitar too, but this one was with the rocker air, he definitely wanted to put her personality on the keychain. Finally, when she began to darken the lights began to go out in the great city. They formed the long line for the Ferris wheel and when she stepped into her cabin, Ingrid had no place in the excitement of being there. With dreamy, detained eyes she technically looked at the entire city from within. The lights made her fall in love making her eyes water a little.

At that moment, in the distraction of the girl, the dark-haired man took out her cell phone and took a photo of her, letting her see her from behind with the lights of her being hers, her canvas while they made small reflections on the slopes and accessories from her. With a smile he put the phone away and decided to continue watching the show. When they got off the attraction they walked along the pier leaning on the railings making jokes and funny faces in the eyes of them and those who passed by. Minutes later, they returned home, they entered after looking for the accompanying order and everyone else, and thanks they cooked something light so as not to burden their stomachs. For the first time in his life, Tomas drank tea and ate salad. It was kind of funny to see him marvel at such simple things. Despite having drunk something light and stimulating, they decided to take a few bottles of beer along with a large air mattress to the balcony. They arranged everything so that they could sleep peacefully without freezing and have a good time. Wrapped in blankets with the beers and some apple chips, they settled with Kuro between each other's legs and looked up at the sky trying to see the stars obscured by artificial light.

-I forgive you. The female voice broke the silence.

"Forgive me? How so?

"For waking me up this morning."

-Ah, that, well thank you for your forgiveness miss. He smiled, bumping her bottle with hers.

–Thank you too, thank you very much.

-Well, that I did not expect but I suppose nothing. -God a confused sip.

–Thank you for giving me such a nice day. It was actually a beautiful detail. You passed. I felt free for a moment, no worries, it was magical

–Well, stop the car, what did you do with Ingrid and where is she?

-Stay here just happier. Can I give you something and won't you judge me?

–Of course, let go of what you want. -She speaks looking at him.

-Well ... -he looks at the front- do you remember when we met for the first time?

"I'll never forget the crazy woman on the road."

- Where do you think she was from?

"Honestly, no idea."

-I ran away from home. The day I left I was exactly eighteen, so technically I could leave without asking anyone's permission.

"Are you telling me you ran away?" -He looks at him surprised- Why?

"Because that house is hell itself." -her eyes turn empty and cold- no one deserves to live there, no one, not even the greatest criminal deserves to go through these horrors -he embraces herself.

Seeing her in such a state he only approaches with her large blanket and embraces her body in a strong grip, transmitting security and affection.

–I imagine there are more, isn't there? -She nods still hidden in the arms of the other- will you tell me one day? she - she asked again to receive another nod - well, I'll wait and be there for what you need.

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Monday, the black hole of the week, the most hateful and annoying day of any student and work. Simply tiresome and horrible. The poor silver-haired woman woke up with a slight headache from the beer and the little crying session. She wore dark circles bigger than her existence and a foul humor. That morning she didn't even have breakfast because she got up super late, they didn't let her in the chemistry room and she had a pop quiz on arithmetic and design. Luckily for her, she secured the pass although she did not expect a remarkable one but something was better than nothing. She walked with slow, pasty steps to her locker. Opening it, she was in for a great surprise. Inside the small space she was waiting for a black and white teddy bear with a caravel in one of its ears. As she took the teddy, she dropped a note of the same color to the ground. When opened they are written:

* You are beautiful, just perfect, a little gift for a great girl *

The note was not formed so she just took the stuffed animal from her put it in her bag and discarded the note without much drama. From the other corner of the hall, a face a little angry at her waste snorted but she took on a more cheerful appearance when she saw the teddy in the arms of its owner.