and chairs for the pupils to set themselves down. He was seated at one of the tables and he seemed to be concentrating on his reading. Then I approached him suddenly.
“Why have you lied to me?” I asked with my eyes over him and my voice booming into his ears.
“Have I told you a lie ?” His attitude was arrogant and automatically he frowned at me.
“You don’t live at that address! I went there and asked every dweller about you and they answered there has never been an Eros living here. ”
“I think it is better you don’t know where I really live...”
His gaze became more distant and intriguing. That made me feel unsafe and more attracted to that involving mystery at the same time. That is, I had an urge to uncover it.
“Why were you looking for me?”
“I just wanted to return this to you,” I said and put his books onto the table. The noise seemed to irritate his ears. “You forgot them in the classroom yesterday.”
“You didn’t need to go after me yesterday.”
“I needed to!” My fury grew within me. “So I knew you lied to me.”
“Do you consider this a lie?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“What would you suggest it is then?” I stood, asking stubbournely.
“I suggest this is a misunderstanding.”
“It is a misunderstanding...” I swung my head. “Your neighbors don’t know they have a neighbor whose name is Eros.” I looked at his face and exclaimed. “And you call this a misunderstanding?” All my fury became visible in my voice intonation.
“I’ve never seen you so furious before.” His icy eyes searched mine.
“I detest lies!” I said facing him too. “Even more when they come from my friends.”
Then I lowered my head, avoiding gazing at him again.
“If I disappointed you, I beg your pardon!”
“A lie doesn’t become undone with a pardon,” I said. I turned my back to him and went out of the reading room without glancing back. I decided not to come back and tell him the other barbarities that crossed my mind.
Eros with his lie had destroyed a beautiful sentiment that was growing within me.
I decided I wouldn’t stay at school to attend day classes. All I desired ardently at that moment wasn’t to see him any more all day. I was dominated by rage.
‘Distance from him’ would be the best remedy against what I was feeling at that moment.
CHAPTER 16
I awaked during the night. Sleep gave place to an extensive insomnia. Due to that I turned from side to side in my bed, trying to fall asleep again after several tentative attempts without success.
I rose from my bed and went to my room’s open window. I had the habit of sleeping with it open due to the owl’s constant visit. After all, I got accustomed to its visits, watching over my sleep. Every time the owl didn’t appear in my room, I felt its absence.
Then I remained in front of the open window and gazed at the orchard out there as I began absorbing a little fresh air. I saw an image in black between two trees, someone walking slowly.
Eros had emerged from nothing and was in my vision. I turned aside my gaze and stared back at the optical illusion, trying to figure out if this was a hallucination.
Then I saw Eros was standing near a mango tree. He made a gesture with his hand in the direction of my window, calling me to him.
Voluntarily, I went out of my bedroom and walked in a hurry to the garden. I was still in my nightgown and barefoot. I didn’t want him to go away before he had really talked to me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised.
“I needed to talk to you.”
“How did you discover where I live?”
“I followed you without your permission.”
My cheeks became ruby.
Then we walked to the mango tree and sat down on the ground under it. Silence came over the situation, until he finally spoke.
“You might think I am wacky for walking by the other’s home at an hour like this, but I needed so much to talk to you and