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I tell you how I met her, as you will see on Sundays of sharing my parents with the neighbors, I saw her for the first time, with her bright sky colored eyes but soft, with a warm smile, but tasteful, and a radiant reddish hair, my great fear was that she will say about me, When she sees me, she will be afraid of me, I had never sweated so much in my hands, not even when I have a calculus exam I get like this, I only managed to hear her tell the maid, look, you already met Victor, the son of the neighbors, go talk to him, behave yourself and do not avoid anyone.
From so much suspense the young lady sat down next to our great gentleman, this one remains rigid and paralyzed, so much is the case that she also, I only said "hello" without looking at her not to scare her, with a simple sigh she answered that such, also without looking at me I did not know what to do, but the ice was broken and she tells me what she is afraid of, I answered that they see me and she answered me I am afraid that they do not listen to me, she laughs with a very focused and mischievous look.
Jama I had felt so sure of myself that finally someone talks to me, I asked her what do you think of the morning, normal like all day just listen to the birds and the clock of my dad who gets up to make coffee and toast, well I'll tell you the sun is good like a beach, apart the white sky and soft as a sponge, what surprised me what she answered me, for me the sun is warm like fire, the nines like a white of tenderness or hope; for me the night and the day are the same, it is as I want to see it, just imagine.
The time came when she had to go alone, she approached me, she put her hand on my cheek, calm, leave the fear that I do not bite, I blushed, as I could I asked her can I see you, she told me usually nobody visits me but if you want, I leave you the number and you call me, as you can, I wrote it down.
A day later I called her, and she answered me for a couple of seconds, she answered me it must be Victor that you are scared, as I could I answered her if it is me, she told me, she said the same thing and you, normal I liked to have met you, me too, you have traveled, she answered where I go, for me it is the same, she asked Victor, why are you like that, It's the way you want to see it, if you understand me, just imagine it, it will be good, the boy answers doubtfully, he tells me and where have you gone, Victor, if I tell you I almost never go out, so that people don't fear me and because they will fear you if you are sweet, thanks for the compliment, let's do something near the neighborhood.
There is a hill, why don't you go and tell me how it is and you'll see. As I lose the fear to go out; the young man with the doubt, told his father that if he could take him to see the hill, it was for school experiment, as he could the father took him, he detailed the whole place, even wrote it to give detail, the next day I called her I told her the facts, she told me there are flowers, I said yes, many like a mantle that covers half a hill of white color and she replied as the white clouds of hopes, yes so is Kelly, she asked him what it feels, he responds normal as all nature, uhh ya ok.
The days go by and Victor's communication is linked more with the young girl, in one of those she asks him, you have been to the coast of the town, Victor no but every Sunday daddy and mommy go to mass and always pass by that way, can you tell me how it is, is that my father does not let me go, well okay; Sunday approaches, he gets up early, hurrying his father to go to mass, to see him surprised that he never leaves, where would be the will of God.
The young man returns to his adventure and his agenda to write down the details, the days pass and the young man remembered every corner of the town, so much so he details it very meticulously, from the point that they dawned talking, grew something very deep sincere friendship between the two, the time comes Victor is invited by Kelly's parents to dinner. It was like the gift that never was, so full of life, the young gentleman goes to dinner, when he arrives the redhead's parents embrace him for what they have done for their daughter, who no longer thinks of loneliness; What shocks him they tell him and more for her condition, he says how is it possible, he is overwhelmed.
he realizes that he is mowing, he understands all her actions, the young man without any words waits for her, to see her coming down, she looks like a goddess coming down from the sky, she with her firm gaze looks at him, she touches his cheek again and tells him that she is a goddess, she touches his cheek again, she tells him how she is "my walk", he tells her "waiting for new challenge", she asks him how he feels, to go to so many places, she tells him not to lose the fear of going out, fabulous with desire to travel the world, well I see that my parents already told you my condition, I hope you forgive me, the young woman says to him, he says, I also have to tell you something.
I am invalid, the young woman collapses and kneels down to beg for forgiveness, he answers that there is nothing to forgive, thanks to you I am free, so much so that I graduated from art school to study painting, so immortalize you everything that happens in life, the young woman embraces him, she gives him grace, she tells him well I will be a writer so tell you the world as we can imagine it, so mark a new history, I hope that time will keep these hearts together.
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STOPThis story reads like poetry in some places, because the language is symbolic and evocative.
The story is subtle, and beautiful, though there is some confusion in the narrative, mostly due probably to translation issues.
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I very much enjoyed your story. It is a portrait of two fragile people. The flow of the narrative is gentle, like the slow unraveling of a spool of yarn.Hello @nachica,
When I finished, I looked to see the Spanish version so I could try to sort out some of the sections of the narrative that confused me. It's fine to include a translation, as long as the English is given.
I hope you write again. You might want to pay attention to the beginnings and endings of sentences. A period instead of a comma would make the intention clearer to the reader.
Have a wonderful weekend.
You have some beautiful descriptions in this story, @nachica! I look forward to reading more of your stories.
A nice read, a beautiful story... looking forward to reading more stories from you.