Then she stopped. She just stood up and went out. Without any goodbye. It wasn't polite, it wasn't normal. Nevertheless, she was extraordinary the very beginning.
Sebastian just sat there and listened for any sound of her coming back, but it didn't happen. She was already on her way to nowhere. The music in his head stopped to play.
I just had to go running; I couldn't concentrate on any topic, even if I was talking about some history stuff. I needed to have an empty mind and to lose the only picture I had in my head. I didn't feel how cold it was and I didn't notice the snow under my feet. Do you know the feeling when you want to cry, but you can’t? Why was a strange old lady so important to me? Why did I just have to remember my past? Why do I care so much about it? It should not be so personal.
I captured myself standing on a green meadow and looking at a gorge between snow-capped mountains. I was standing there, it was a warm place and I felt like home. I breathed deeply a couple of times and I was calmer than just some moments ago. I saw this gorge and I wanted to go there, to hide there. I was standing there like a damn sculpture, not able to move. But I was calm again. I closed my eyes and didn't move anymore. Then I felt a wave of wet air and I was astonished: what is going on? I opened my eyes and I noticed I was almost standing in the furthest corner of the snow-covered street. There was a car passing by and in a slow motion I saw a wave of snow coming towards me. It was as if time would be slower for me, as if a second would take a couple of minutes and a minute a couple of hours. I saw this wave of snow coming towards me and if I wanted, I could step back and it wouldn't reach me. Nevertheless, I remained where I was and observed all this happening in slow motion. It was a new and different experience for me. Then, once again I heard the whisper of the old lady: “You have to live, my dear! You’re special. Don’t forget this.”
The next day she dropped by and wanted to get her school bag back.
Sebastian had already thought about when she was going to notice it. The bag was the only colourful thing she had. The colours were not vividly, but they were cheerful: blue, brown, and some red. The bag with a coloured check was plain but interesting. It was girly. On the other hand, she wasn't as girly as other girls. She didn't put much make-up, if at all. She didn't have coloured fingernails nor colourful patterns on her shirts. In addition, she wasn't as free as any other person was in her age. However, there were two things about her, every girl should have: she was classy and fabulous.
Sebastian was at home, planning some business matters. He was a little astonished when he saw her. She was present again, with her good-looking, self-controlled style. Mia was just there.
-Why don’t you come in? – He offered.
She stepped in, somewhat unwillingly, but still keeping a normal face, without a smile and without yesterday’s absence. He wanted to know what had gotten her out of her mind and how she managed to be so self-controlled again. It looked a little bit crazy to him. And she was so fascinating at the same time!
She didn't say a word, except a short “Hello”.
-So, how are you doing? - Sebastian asked. She smiled at him and needed less than a second to find an appropriate answer.
-Fine, thanks. Sorry for yesterday. Do you mind, if I just take my school bag back and I am gone.
Sebastian didn't want to lose her so quickly, mostly because he had her already in his house, almost private. It was always so simple to say and so hard to realise: choose love, because it is always a good time to start loving someone. Now was a good time to start loving her.
-Everything’s fine? – He wanted to be sure and somehow he knew he wouldn't get the real answers.
-Yes, thank you.
-I liked the way you were talking yesterday. You seem to have a huge knowledge about the French Revolution and the prisoners of the Bastille.
-Thank you.
-And I hope you didn't burn your tongue with this hot tea I served you.
-No, everything is fine.
She didn't want to allow any discussion and didn't leave any space for him to talk much. In addition, he didn't want to see it as an interview. Therefore, he just went to his room and came back with her bag.
-Thank you very much. - She said and was already gone.
She left him alone with her delicate smell in the air and many questions in his head.