Numa was sitting on one of the benches, the cut on his arm had stopped bleeding, it was not deep, fortunately, but it burned quite a bit. He had a headache that made his temples throb, but he didn't know what it was due to, since the strongest blow he had received had hit him squarely in the jaw, and it really hurt.
He had still a naked torso, Lucas had already left as well as Leon, he leaned against the cold wall of the place. There was only a homeless man in a corner and the young man who had attacked him with the knife. He closed his eyes for a moment.
What should he do? How should he go on? Things had rushed and he didn't know how to react to Lucas, he hated him on the one hand, he couldn't forget how he had turned his face upside down when he saw him dressed like that. Had he seen the show? Surely he had, surely he had seen him dance. Had he liked it or it just disgusted him? He knew for a fact that any bond of friendship that they had until that night, it had magically dissolved, only the recent recorded events remained. Leon? What did Leon mean to him? "Nothing" answered a voice inside his mind, although it was not something new, Leon was a good element when it came to getting laid, maybe he was a good friend, however, he could not consider a relationship with him. He knew he was looking for more, and he had shown he was up for anything that night but no, he didn't like him, at least not as a partner.
Lucas came back to his mind, everything had gone to shit overnight. What could he do, when not even in the southern part of a such big city he could escape from what seemed to be a destiny?
Someone called him, it was the officer.
"Numa Lund, you can go now.
He was surprised to hear that, actually he would have to spend the night there. He was not going to ask questions, he automatically got up, followed the officer silently through the corridors until he finally reached the hall. Leon was waiting for him with a smile, Leon but not Lucas. "Idiot" he thought, reproaching himself for being so naive.
He followed him, showing no desire to make conversation. They got in the car, Leon asked him the address and he answered automatically, he didn't care about anything else.
After a very long drive he arrived at the home. He said goodbye with a vague hand gesture and entered the building, on the second floor his house was waiting for him. It was 6 o'clock in the morning, surely his grandmother was sleeping.
He crept inside, took off his shoes and slowly made his way to the bathroom.
Something in his chest was about to burst, he closed the door, looked at himself in the mirror and sat down on the floor leaning against the door. Tears began to run down his cheeks, he could not scream like he would have need to, so he chose to do it silently.
Numa was sitting on one of the benches, the cut on his arm had stopped bleeding, it was not deep, fortunately, but it burned quite a bit. He had a headache that made his temples throb, but he didn't know what it was due to, since the strongest blow he had received had hit him squarely in the jaw, and it really hurt.
He had still a naked torso, Lucas had already left as well as Leon, he leaned against the cold wall of the place. There was only a homeless man in a corner and the young man who had attacked him with the knife. He closed his eyes for a moment.
What should he do? How should he go on? Things had rushed and he didn't know how to react to Lucas, he hated him on the one hand, he couldn't forget how he had turned his face upside down when he saw him dressed like that. Had he seen the show? Surely he had, surely he had seen him dance. Had he liked it or it just disgusted him? He knew for a fact that any bond of friendship that they had until that night, it had magically dissolved, only the recent recorded events remained. Leon? What did Leon mean to him? "Nothing" answered a voice inside his mind, although it was not something new, Leon was a good element when it came to getting laid, maybe he was a good friend, however, he could not consider a relationship with him. He knew he was looking for more, and he had shown he was up for anything that night but no, he didn't like him, at least not as a partner.
Lucas came back to his mind, everything had gone to shit overnight. What could he do, when not even in the southern part of a such big city he could escape from what seemed to be a destiny?
Someone called him, it was the officer.
"Numa Lund, you can go now.
He was surprised to hear that, actually he would have to spend the night there. He was not going to ask questions, he automatically got up, followed the officer silently through the corridors until he finally reached the hall. Leon was waiting for him with a smile, Leon but not Lucas. "Idiot" he thought, reproaching himself for being so naive.
He followed him, showing no desire to make conversation. They got in the car, Leon asked him the address and he answered automatically, he didn't care about anything else.
After a very long drive he arrived at the home. He said goodbye with a vague hand gesture and entered the building, on the second floor his house was waiting for him. It was 6 o'clock in the morning, surely his grandmother was sleeping.
He crept inside, took off his shoes and slowly made his way to the bathroom.
Something in his chest was about to burst, he closed the door, looked at himself in the mirror and sat down on the floor leaning against the door. Tears began to run down his cheeks, he could not scream like he would have need to, so he chose to do it silently.
That was one of those moments where he felt that things just didn't work out when it came to him and relationships. The good opportunities he had, it seemed that he was destined to have bad experiences.
He hid his face in his hands while he let out a few choked sobs, he remained silent for a few moments, he got up feeling a little relieved. He took a shower to get the heaviness out of his body and the memory of the fight. Wrapped in the towel he went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, he remembered what his grandmother had once told him, that sweet jasmine tea was good for a broken heart, however his hands went to the package of mate tea. Sweet, milky and watery.
He felt ridiculous when he finally sat down in the living room with the steaming cup in his hand, what an image! A 17 year old boy who practiced boxing, fighting with everyone, sitting like a child wrapped in a towel and drinking mate tea that did not bring back the best memories. He began to laugh at his own image. As he emptied the cup a warmth flooded him inside, sleep came without being called and he escaped to his room to let himself fall on his bed and sink into a pleasant darkness.