The muffled noise of the palm of a hand hitting a table, a clench of fists.
“You’re kidding, right?” asked Dante Hélio De Castro, with a confused
expression, at a table in a typical Brazilian cafeteria, for the person in front
of him, his longtime girlfriend, Luna De Melo.
“No! It doesn’t seem to be. Do you want to break up? But why?” Dante
asked, looking hurt at Luna.
“Cause I think we don’t work anymore. There came a time When I found it
exhausting to be with you!” Luna replied with an apathetic expression as
she held a glass of natural juice.
“I kind of got tired of hearing your voice. I stopped liking your face. I
started to hate you.” Said Luna.
Soon as Luna left the cafeteria through the front door. With her, They left
the number of possible options that Dante had in his head to try to get
around that situation.
Dante then began to think that such an earlier event had been the most
pathetic end of a conversation that could be related to a relationship. He
regretted not having better reactions at the time, and he regretted not
asking if there was anyone else in her life, but that would not change
anything that happened.
After entering the intersection of his house’s street, located in the
Liberdade neighborhood in São Paulo, Dante walked a little drunk to the
entrance. He tried to open his door. However, he did it with the wrong
key.
And then, between blinks and attempts to stay focused on the situation,
he finally finds the right key, eventually entering his home.
“I, most likely, after these beers, will dream of her and try to imagine what
it would be like if she hadn’t finished it all!” Dante thought as he took off
his shoe and threw himself on the bed. He then, with an innocent smile,
finally falls asleep.
However, it was not with Luna that Dante dreamed that fateful night. A
completely different girl had indeed appeared while he dreamed.
The next morning Dante’s mother, Ana de Castro, knocks on the bedroom
door in the hope of hearing some sign of her son.
“Son? Are you awake? And the work? You are not going?” Ana asked with
a concerned look.
Dante worked as a trainee architect at a local company. It would soon be
made useful, because of that, punctuality was essential.
Dante soon began to regain consciousness little by little. However, he was
still feeling the effects of last night. Suddenly a smile appeared for him,
like a figure sent by the sunlight.
“What, what was that?” murmured Dante.
“Jezz! Sorry, mom, I’m going!” Shouted Dante.
Still half staggering, Dante walked to the bathroom. while he was washing
his face, a thought comes to his mind. “Wow ... I must have had too much
to drink yesterday. Argh! What a headache!”.
When he started dressing for work, Dante began to have clearer “Flashes”
of that mysterious face ... and that smile. Soon Dante turns to the mirror
and lets out a slight smile
“Wow ... who is she? Did I meet her yesterday?” internalized Dante.
“Oh yeah! I’ll call and ask Christian. Maybe he knows something about it.”
Exclaimed Dante.
At the end of a bed, holding himself up so he wouldn’t be sick due to the
excessive use of alcohol, was Christian Munhoz, Dante’s dear friend, and
he was the “drink mate” from the night before.
“Chris? Are you there? Hello?” asked Dante.
“Hi, bro, it’s... 7 in the morning! What was it this time?” asked Christian in
a husky, tired voice.
“Nothing, I just wanted to know if I met someone yesterday!”
“Nah, bro! yesterday was without women. You were looked just like a
baby, Crying, saying that you wanted Luna’s back. It was hilarious. And
also a little sad.” Mocked Christian.
“Anyway, I have to go. Bye, man!” Christian finished.
“So if it wasn’t a girl that I met yesterday ... who is she?” thought Dante
with a concerned look.
“you know what? It must be just in my freakin head! In a little while, I will
forget about her.”
“Crap! I’m late”. Exclaimed Dante in a hurry.
Dante soon closed the gate to his home. With an apple in his mouth and
the usual telescopic tube on his back. He leaves for work.
However, Dante did not forget the girl he saw. In fact, from that moment
on, he began to see her ultimately, and much more often. It was as if that
girl was some ghost. Following him all day, wherever he went, she was
there.
Everywhere he went, she was there. And always with the same look, as if
he were the world to her. The dark-haired Asian woman was wearing old
clothes as if she somehow came from the past.
Dante once again turned to his good friend Christian for advice. Dante was
already beginning to doubt his sanity. He expected good advice from his
friend, but maybe, he was expecting too much. Christian just told him to
get a real female company, so perhaps he would stop imagining nonsense.
For Dante, things would start to get even stranger. Because on that same
day, he would begin to hear the sound of that woman’s laughter.
However, this, unfortunately, happened just during an architectural design
meeting.
Dante ended up being expelled from the meeting because he started
shouting words in the direction of absolute nothingness.
Ana de Castro, Dante’s mother, was perhaps the only person who could
help him. Ana has a small shop for superstitious people looking for
handmade objects. Inside the store, Ana frequently promotes meetings
between the living and the non-living, as a spiritist and fortune teller.
Hurried Dante, on the same day, entered his mother’s store.
“Mother is me!” said the breathless Dante.
“No dear, no mother. At work, I am the Greatest “Mãe de Castro” do you
copy?” said Ana with pride and with a delicate lift of arms.
“Fine! oh “Mãe de Castro,” please read my future in the letters!” Dante
said with a sarcastic look.
“Read your future? You didn’t use to like me doing that. Unless...”
“Darling, give up, that girl was not for you, and you know that I never even
liked her, right?”
“All right, mom! you came up with “I told you so!” later, but it turns out
it’s not about her.”
“What? have you already met someone? “Filho”c'mon...”
“Jezz! is not like that! It’s just been a while that I’ve been seeing a girl in
my head. And even in my dreams, it bothers me! that honestly is driving
me nuts! I swear, but I’ve never seen her before, like, in my entire life!”
Said the concerned Dante.
“Calm down, “Filho,” let me play the cards!” said Ana.
They soon crossed the store’s hall and walked into a room, which Ana
exclusively used to use for her “consultations” with the spiritual world.
Dante’s mother then begins to play the cards, and each time a card is
revealed, she expresses a face of extreme surprise until the last one
comes up.
“Wow ... but this is impressive and scary!” exclaimed Ana.
“What? What? Will I die? Oh no, is that it?” said Dante, startled.
“Not!” replied Ana.
“But darling, maybe, you weren’t even supposed to be born!”
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