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.
Perhaps with the change of season.
(...)
Or maybe never.
