On cloudy days like this, I find myself thinking about what wasn't and what could have been. Actually, I prefer to think that my lifelong decisions have given rise to a new timeline. I like to think, when I'm alone, that every time someone makes a decision, a different reality is automatically synthesized. I try to imagine this life, and I can see it.
Unlike the choices I made in the past, in this life I see you by my side. I see your long red hair, your green eyes , your fingers in contact with my hands, and I think: "Life is really good". I dive into this adverse reality and start living it.
I remember how we met. If I hadn't gone to practice that day, maybe today we would be mere strangers. You were sitting on the grass with your face tucked between your knees. Your hair, which looks like beautiful red clouds in the late afternoon, was down. We were just kids, who didn't know anything about the world, or how it imposed its rules. I got closer, I didn't mind being late, the most I would gain would be a repression by the coach. With my hand I touched your shoulder, you were startled and quickly raised your head, revealing a tearful face. I, surprised, admired you in silence. I placed the sword on the ground and asked who you were and why you alone in the forest. You quickly rose to your feet with a determination that contrast with your small frame. You wiped your own tears and said:
"I am Adele..."- you looked at your own feet and completed: "And you?".
Curious, I reached out my hand to shake yours and introduced myself:
"Max. Look, Lady Adele, I don't know what you're doing here, but staying here isn't the best decision, come here".
I indicated the entrance to the training camp and you accompained me. I was automatically a little indignant at how easily you trusted a person you had just met. However, getting to know you better after a while, I understood why you trusted me more, a stranger, than the people you knew.