Chapter 41: Chapter 41

I look at it carefully, as if time has frozen and we are the only colorful thing in a world where black and white are the only shades to choose from. He does not see me and nor could he because of the extremely polarized window that separates me from the outside. He keeps his eyes on the street full of vehicles and honking horns. He speaks in a relaxed tone, speaking words that I don't even hear, since I am not concentrating on his voice but on him. He wears a suit, but not in the proper, formal way that Daddy used to make him do. The first buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, the color of which I cannot decipher because of the rays of the sun that fall on his seat and the dark contrast of the glass of my window. The rolled-up cuffs of the garment reveal a remarkable thick silver bracelet on his left arm. His hand remains clinging to the black leather of the steering wheel and his fingers encircle it with pressure.

From one second to another he stops talking and drops the cell phone, leaving it somewhere. His car is moving forward and that's when I realize that ours is starting to move as well. I settle into the seat and follow him with my eyes, watching him turn to the right at the first intersection and accelerate away.

- I followed that car.

I say without taking my eyes off the window where I can barely see him.

- Which one?

May: The one we had next to us.

- But...

May: TURN RIGHT!

The man says nothing more and obeys, although it takes time to do so due to how impassable the streets are. I begin to think that we have already lost Samuel by driving several blocks in the same direction without even a trace of him, until out of nowhere he appears a few meters away.

May: Don't go so close that he's going to see us.

We follow it for a couple more blocks until it stops on one of the widest avenues in the city center.

May: Stop on the sidewalk.

I order, fearing that he will see us, but ... to my luck, he seems to have not even noticed that the car that follows him is the same one he was working with until just two weeks ago. Five, ten, fifteen minutes go by and he is still inside that vehicle as if nothing had happened, beginning to confuse me. Worst of all, I can't even see him because he closed his window, which completely outrages me. I open my backpack and take out a piece of paper that I tear from one of the notebooks, along with a pen. I write the address of that place in a hurry.

- Your class has already started ...

May: Shut up.

When I least expected it, the revolving door of the building in front of which Samuel parked begins to roll. Someone comes out from behind those panes of glass with Oliver gold. It is not just one person, there are two. A tall boy who carries several briefcases, wearing a uniform and a girl, whose clothes do not even resemble formality. The boy in the red dress leaves the things on the sidewalk and goes back into the building. I look at the latter carefully for the first time and manage to read "Bristol Hotel" written in gold letters above the door. I narrow my eyes, as if that would give me a better look at the young woman with brown hair and medium height as she approaches the burgundy Audi A7 and knocks her knuckles on the passenger window. As soon as he does so, the driver's door is yanked open and Samuel gets out of the vehicle, He turns the hood of it and hugs her tightly, lifting her off the ground. My fists clench involuntarily and when I feel it, I see that I crumpled the paper in my hand. The fact of having tormented my head thinking about him all the time and now seeing him living his life as if I had not even existed in it infuriates me so much that even recognizing myself is impossible. I begin to wonder at what moment I lowered myself so much if pride was and is what most characterized my character. The fact of having tormented my head thinking about him all the time and now seeing him living his life as if I had not even existed in it infuriates me so much that even recognizing myself is impossible. I begin to wonder at what moment I lowered myself so much if pride was and is what most characterized my character. The fact of having tormented my head thinking about him all the time and now seeing him living his life as if I had not even existed in it infuriates me so much that even recognizing myself is impossible. I begin to wonder at what moment I lowered myself so much if pride was and is what most characterized my character.

May: What time is it?

- Almost ten o'clock.

Bufo, aware that I skipped class just to follow someone I ended up finding in the way I least wanted to do it, in an image that I just feared.