Super-kor, the beginning (pt II)

Everything was cloudy. His vision, the sky, his lucidity. Someone was saying things as if from behind a very thick and steamed up glass, and he did not know how to take his hands to where he could scrub his eyes in order to unbog what he was seeing. For a moment he even felt how a huge tear drop emerged from his left eye leaving its wet vertical wake over his cheek. He sensed it all above every other thing that surrounded him since, awake as he was, the tiny water spot made in his ears such an extreme noise as would a sudden flooding flow of a dry river at Summer start. He was about to yell from desperation, but then the feeling started to fade.

At last, he realized where he was and what it was that had occurred.

- What happened? - He was able to say. He wanted to say something else, but his mind was well too stuck.

- Cats are gone. - Said the voice.

Niko moved as though he wanted to sit up, but a remain of pain in his articulations didn't allow it, so he only turned his head so as to see the person owning that voice.

- Wait down there, don't get up. - She warned. - Relax for a while.

Although for some reason it seemed strange to him, Niko didn't feel surprised to know he was obeying a perfect stranger. He leaned his head over the little bench's cement and let himself be drawn off by exhaustion. However, a few seconds later he noticed that something was climbing up his spine: Some sort of spark that was burning all of his nervous center in an unthinkable way and then spread all along his body giving him an energy and a discernment that he had never experienced before. He sat up fast till being fully straight on the bench.

- You are a very good person. - Said he.

He said it with such tone of voice and such conviction that she went all scare-blue with cold as she realized he did not refer only to the fact that she had helped him some moments ago, but he had also made, in that sole phrase, a summary of all of her attitudes, actions, failures and experiences with a degree of compasion that was more than overwhelming. For a moment she felt completely bound to fate, as if naked, without being at all concious of what it was that was going on, a thousand images paraded right in front of her eyes just as that boy told a too-well-known story. So familiar, that it always hurt.

- You've lost something. - Said he. - Someone. Someone that suddenly was gone. Someone with whom you shared a whole list of dreams and projects. Someone that one day just left. You've wondered thousands of times what it was that you did wrong for such thing to have happened. You have cried and haven't gotten any comfort. You've wanted to share your misfortune, but nobody listens, nobody would understand anyway. You've sought for this person's arms. You've wanted to hear his voice amid the crowds or to see his face while you walk on the street, but you know he's not coming back. You've lost him and you think it is your fault. You think you don't deserve any more chances, so you'd rather not look for them. You've surrendered. You've given up getting what used to be granted to you and it is because of this that you prefer to help. Just like you helped me.

The girl snapped out of her image download as she somehow knew herself as being the very close target of the most sincerely thankful smile. She realized that she was too very near that man, but never felt frightened, since, although her face was flooded in tears, nothing could shame her anymore. She felt fearless even when his hand rose from his lap to lay on her chest so as to withdraw, as if being a light magnet, a small diamond that simply came off through her skin without pain or feeling whatsoever.

That was the best part: She felt nothing. And that was the best moment of her life until then. Since now -as she saw in frank acceptance, although without fully understanding, the little diamond vaporizing into thin air- she was finally free. Free to smile...



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