“Does it matter when you don’t care?”
The staircase shook under your feet, or maybe it was all in my head. Wisps of your electric blue hair swayed with your care-free movements around the wrecked house. And I, quietly, sat on the ground.
“Does it matter when you don’t care?” you repeated.
“Nothing matters,” I said leaning my head on one side to take in your walking that resembled dancing in many ways.
“You are right, nothing ever matters”
“Do you believe in forever”
‘I belieeeeve…,” you stopped on one step of the staircase shifting all your body’s weight on one leg while your eyes diverted to the right, “that…maybe, just maybe I’ll live long enough to witness my wedding.”
“You never told me that you wanted to get married.”
“Of course I want to get married,” you said matter-of –factly still dancing, “All women want to get married.”
“But, I think you told me you were different”
“You know what, I don’t know”
“Then you shouldn’t have told me so”
“And what do you think?”
“You think I’m special?”
“Well, I’ve met you only three hours ago and somehow, you managed to make me break into a house, so I think in that you are very special”
“C’mon, this thing has been abandoned foe years”
“Still, it’s not ours”
“Blah blah blah, haven’t you ever done anything crazy?”
“I’m with you, isn’t that enough?”
All the while, your eyes never fell on me. Soon, I realized that wouldn’t make any difference; the light came out of the window at a direction that made it impossible to be the contrary. But I thought that maybe you could see metoo, like what happens with the moon and Earth.
“What are you thinking,” you said, now moving in circles.
“I think that we should get married.”
“Why not? We agreed that nothing matters.”
“Ohh,” you said almost groaning, “You are so pathetic.”
“And you are so wrong”
I made out a sound of footsteps that only kept on getting closer and closer.
“Who do you think that is?” I asked.
“Didn’t you hear the footsteps”
For a moment you stopped dancing and looked me in the eye, or so I thought, it was too dark to tell.
“It’s nothing,” you said feigning recklessness and then the tone of your voice changed adapting panic, “just the owners of the house!”
I too panicked. “What should we do then”
We jumped out of the window pushing our legs as fast as our bodies allowed. After some time, we both halted gasping for air. I sat on the ground and felt beads of cold sweat under my coat which made me take it off while your back was bent and the hair half-hid your face. The second we looked at each other, we were thrown into a fit of hysterical laughing.
I stood up, put my hands in my pockets. You looked surprised and somewhat sad.
“Where are you going?”
“Aren’t you gonna watch the sunrise with me?’
“I’m just too tired.” A yawn came aiding me. I stretched my arms and rubbed my eyes.
Still sitting, your face looked more serious than I had ever seen it.
“Will you remember me.”
With the same seriousness I replied, “Forever.”
“Well then goodbye,” you said, already looking away.