Chapter 4 -The morning..

It's morning..
The sun isn't shining today..he prefered to hide behind the clouds and let others work a little..
The gray and dark blue won the battle today..
Down here, Melanie was sleepy, but she was different..and after realizing she isn't alone anymore, something could brighten her spirit today..
She gently picked her robe back up on her shoulders and went to take a shower...
The water was falling through her body..drop after drop she felt years passing by..moments she couldn't forget that passed by her hands..and as the water filled her eyes with tears, she dreamed..about love, about hapiness..all the things she never had before or were only memories long ago trapped in her disguised cold heart..
Silence..Calm..peace..she was far far away again..facing down she saw the water spin as fast as her life was in the past..She had ignored Peter..didn´t have the courage to face him..again..didn't return his calls..
She didn't care..but today for some reason she needed air to breath..it was the first time she had thought to visit the streets again..it was a feeling..it was hope...

In the other side...

Jason was already up..
He lives his life to the fullest..sleep for him is a sort of obligation he couldn't understand...the only thing he liked about sleeping were the endless dreams he had, and one was always the same.. about a brave knight and a lonely princess..it was kind of a cliché, but he couldn't control his dreams...and it all ended with a kiss..a strange kiss that bursted in a flash of light, that woke him up everyday..it was strange but also so smooth..

He was rushing in time...clothes in the floor, some pizza boxes near the door, the house was a mess, but he had promise some kid in his neighborhood to help him build a house in his backyard..good times he passed when he was younger..but he is not a child anymore..he knows that...but he like to help others and he always will...
He had all the time in the world..living alone, making three or four jobs in a week..just enough to live..

His house was the best reflection of himself, his soul.. the walls filled with abstract drawings, but at the same time so calm and peaceful..only understanded by himself..that was enough..

He rushed throughout the stairs..

"Hi..good morning!" - he said to a stranger who crossed his way..

She turn her head up and smiled..

"Have to go..sorry.." - and he went running away..

Another morning has arrived...and has passed..so fast..