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- Yo u ’ r e a s t u d e n t h e r e i n<br />
Universty, aren’t you?<br />
-Yeah... How did you know?<br />
-You don’t need eyes to see<br />
everything. I just noticed. And I<br />
also know University can be very<br />
tuff sometimes. Thank you very<br />
much for what you did, I hope you<br />
have a great time here. Don’t give<br />
up! Believe me, I’m a<br />
psychologist.<br />
-Oh, thank you -And he winked-<br />
See you!<br />
Did I seemed so lost? Oh my god,<br />
an actually blind psychologist had<br />
just noticed that someting was<br />
wrong about me. C’mon,was it that<br />
obvious? I hoped he had known<br />
because of his job so nobody else<br />
would notice -later I found out I<br />
was so lost even a snail would<br />
have noticed-.<br />
I kept walking. According to my<br />
tiny map, the University was<br />
supposed to be right in front of me,<br />
and there it was. An enourmous,<br />
old bricked castle with double<br />
french doors, dark-green ivy on the<br />
façade, wide Ghotic windows and<br />
large cloisters. Incredible. I had<br />
always loved Irish and English<br />
architecture but that was an<br />
authentic masterpiece. The fresh<br />
smell of the green grass<br />
hypnotized me for a moment, I felt<br />
like being at home playing with<br />
my little brother and my dog,<br />
waiting for my mum and dad to<br />
come from work with the red<br />
licorace they gave us every Friday<br />
if we had behaved appropiately the<br />
whole week. We didn’t need<br />
anything else back then. The sound<br />
of students chatting woke me up.<br />
The fast movement their feet<br />
made, made me remind me I had<br />
been standing there for too much<br />
time. “Great, late on my first day”<br />
I thought while running through<br />
those antique corridors.<br />
What a first day! My teacher was<br />
such a jerk and the majority of the<br />
people in class weren’t even<br />
people. They had been the whole<br />
class writing. On their phones.<br />
C’mon, I know this was Literature<br />
Institut Samuel Gili i Gaya<br />
career and students who choose<br />
this career do it just to have<br />
something in their curriculum but<br />
what about people who were<br />
genuinely interested in that? Were<br />
we supposed to sit there standing<br />
those annoying rings on everyone<br />
elses phone? I would have sent<br />
them somewhere in Spanish but<br />
I’m quite more respectful than<br />
them. Actually, something good<br />
happened. I met someone. Yes, a<br />
boy. He was the only person in the<br />
class who I got on well. His name<br />
was Jake, he was from Dublin –I<br />
had already noticed by his really<br />
noticeable Irish accent when he<br />
t o l d m e - a n d w a s a c t u a l l y<br />
interested in Literature, just like<br />
me. It was weird about someone<br />
from Dublin to go to Galway to<br />
college but he explained to me he<br />
had some problems because his<br />
parents didn’t allow him studying<br />
English Literature. He was<br />
determinated, something whch I<br />
liked about people. And his<br />
favourite colour was purple! I<br />
really didn’t want to<br />
think of him as something more<br />
than that so I just left it behind and<br />
didn’t think about it anymore. I<br />
was the kind of person who didn’t<br />
like to label relationships nor<br />
having impossible expectatives.<br />
And, guess what, he was too.<br />
The year was nearly coming to an<br />
end, we were two weeks away<br />
from new year’s eve. Jake and I<br />
had been getting to know each<br />
other for the last few months. I had<br />
some girl friends in my class who<br />
were very lovely but I spent most<br />
of the time with him. At first<br />
everything was perfect; I smiled<br />
when he smiled and viceversa, he<br />
never pissed me of and he was like<br />
that prince charming I’d been so<br />
afraid to come across. We even<br />
started to go to each other’s flat<br />
nearly every Friday noon to watch<br />
a movie and he didn’t complain<br />
about me wearing oversized<br />
jumpers and messy hair. And he let<br />
me choose the movie! I loved our<br />
“serious-but-not-serious”<br />
conversations when we tried to<br />
label our relationship; we first<br />
tried to call ourselves “boyfriend<br />
and girfriend”, then we laughed as<br />
it sounded so bizarre, then we tried<br />
to start again and say we were in a<br />
relationship but we laughed till our<br />
sides ache. Some people said it<br />
was strange but, for us, not beeing<br />
able to label what we had made it<br />
more unique and special. It was<br />
perfectly perfect.<br />
One day, suddenly, Jake<br />
disappeared. He didn’t come to<br />
class and he didn’t answer my calls<br />
or my texts either. I asked his<br />
friends and they didn’t know<br />
anything. I asked the teacher and<br />
he didn’t know anything. And I<br />
started to dwell upon it. Yes, we<br />
hadn’t been in our best moment<br />
lately, we had had a couple of<br />
fights, but that wasn’t a reason to<br />
ignore me! All boys are the same.<br />
They dress up as a prince, make<br />
you feel like a princess, make you<br />
get attached and then, they leave.<br />
Always the same film but with<br />
different characters. Was I cursed?<br />
Was I supposed to end up alone<br />
with six cats just because I wasn’t<br />
like the models in the covers of the<br />
magazines? It wasn’t fair. Nobody<br />
should feel like that because of<br />
somebody else is stupid and can’t<br />
appreciate them. I was really,<br />
really angry and I cried for days. I<br />
guessed he didn’t love me as much<br />
as I loved him and he hadn’t<br />
valued what we had as much as I<br />
had. And then I decided it, I was<br />
going to go to his appartment.<br />
I knocked the door –holding my<br />
hand with the other one so it didn’t<br />
shake- but nobody answered. I<br />
kept knocking till my knuckles<br />
hurted and when I least expected<br />
it, he opened the door. He looked<br />
terribly hollow. His eyes were<br />
glassy like if he had been crying<br />
for ages. They looked empty, like<br />
an endless hole. They were<br />
drowning into darkness. His<br />
conforting blue glance wasn’t there<br />
anymore. His smile’s power of<br />
making everbody feel loved was<br />
gone. He was gone though he was<br />
there. I looked at him and he<br />
looked away keeping his head<br />
down. I grabbed his chin to look at<br />
his beautiful green eyes, my<br />
angryness vanished immiediately