"If you're busy, delete it very fast ^^
All right, I think I'm just getting mad.
Or I though that I was just getting mad yesterday night but at the time you
will be reading that I really don't know what I will be thinking. Anyway ! I
wrote a text and after I realised that it doesn't mean anything. Or
something very strange. Hum.
Ok. I'm thinking about your face right now and you are looking: “uhhh?”
If you find after that I'm just really getting mad, call someone to put me
somewhere with white wallpapers and white clothes, and white i-don't-know-what.
But don't be scared ;)
He could spend
night on his work, and holidays didn't prevent him from it.
Questions, arguments, everything was good to help his project succeed. Nothing
seems could make him change his mind.
And, because he
knew himself, because he knew the human nature and he knew that he couldn't
stand this rate during two months, he had planed to go to the beach few days with
his brother and some friends, just for fun. It was like a recreation, but a necessary
recreation.
The other week
that he had to spend far from his working tools, he had planed to write,
photograph, draw, and prepare the screen of his project and to write the
letters which were appropriate, at the beach, at the museums… In facts he
didn't care about that.
Really, everything
was perfectly planed.
But he didn't
expect his brother to want make some sport outside the night they were arriving.
He didn't guess too
that his parents would have liked to go out both. And so, he didn't have the choice
any more: he had to go to the sports plate with his brother and play; he
had to forget his view for a little time.
Shit, no work for
an evening. A trouble. He hated troubles.
As the story is
starting to go out of his control, it will be the case. There was a girl in
this strange starless night. And that's why things become different.
His funny week
became a long and boring week, although he has still friends: he missed her.
One month after
this evening, this evening which had changed everything, he would surprise
himself to stop his work. Because he knows him, because he knows the human
nature, he sees he is falling in love.
Stopping to work
for speak. Talk with her.
And now things are different, more difficult. And now she is waiting. Just because there is no true, nowhere, and it's petrifying her."
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