.He looked at her,
leaning forward and with his arms behind his neck.
- You think too damn much - he reproached her.
She shrugged.
- Maybe.
He rested the chin on his knees.
- Buuuut sometimes - he
chirped, - you're too impulsive - he continued.
She snorted.
- I know that too - she said.
The other didn't give up.
- And then you can't stop thinking about those actions you have taken so impulsively - he continued. - Like you're doing right now.
She growled.
- It will grow - she answered a bit rude. - It's not a big deal anyway.
He shook his head.
- I'm not only talking about that.
She chuckled.
- I
thought so.They remained in silent for a few seconds.
- So... - he started. - Going to change something?
- Can I? - she asked.
The other bit his lip.
-
What would you change?She closed the book with a "plop".
- I don't know - she answered sincerely. - I guess...
Only what can be changed.The other tilted his head.
- And if you can't change anything? - he asked.
She didn't think twice before answering with a slight smile.
- Then, It's fine with me.
The other moaned.
- I don't get you.
She raised an eyebrow.
- That's fine with me too - she smiled. - Neither do I - she laughed. - Not at all.
He made a pout.
- It's becoming harder to know what you feel - he whispered. - To know if is real.
She shrugged unconcerned.
- I'll let you choose, what about that? - she said suddenly. - Heads; it's real. Tails; it's not.
The guy frowned.
-
That's pretty childish - he said, but still he thought about it. - Tails.
She grinned.
- Betting hard, huh? - she joked.
She flipped the coin.
Both stared at each other
impatient, and when Lady Luck
made his move, he didn't say a word.
But his damn silent spoke louder than any word.
Not today. Not tomorrow.
Perhaps with the change of season.
(...)
Or maybe never.
