-I was thinking about it, Kvothe -said Sim.
-And what did you think, my little, wise friend? -he looked up and put his look on Sim's eyes.
-I think… -Sim seemed worried, or nervous, maybe worried and nervous- I mean, I think… I think I love her, Kvothe.
Kvothe lifted an eyebrow, interested. Sim was in love with all (beautiful) girls in the world. He had always been happy, every day, without exceptions. Even if there were not reasons to be happy, he was. But, this time, he seemed really sad. Why was he sad because of a girl?
-Oooh, are you in love, Sim? -laughed-I can't believe it! How many days will be this time? Uuummm… Ten, maybe? –laughed again.
Simmon pursed his frown. For him, it wasn't funny.
-Kvothe.
-Simmon –said Kvothe, trying not to laugh.
-Yes, I'm in love. And you know what? –Sim stood up, supported his hand in Kvothe's shoulders and looked him in the eyes- She loves me too. And I… -he sighed- I am sorry, Kvothe. So, so sorry. –he let free Kvothe's shoulders, turned and passed his hands through his hair- Do you know why I'm sorry?
-No, Sim. I don't know the reason of your unusual sadness.
-And… Do you wanna know it?
Kvothe thought a moment. Did he really wanna know it?
-Well… No, I don't wanna know it. But you know what? I need to know it –Kvothe stood up to and placed next to Sim- So, tell me.
Nervous, Sim looked Kvothe. Not with a normal look. It was the look of regretful men. He sighed, and then, he told Kvothe the truth.
-I love Denna, Kvothe. And she… She loves me. I'm sorry.
And Kvothe ran. Ran away from The Eolian, and kept running. Doesn't know where he was going. Doesn't matter where.
He had lost his parents, his troupe. His home. Lose Denna? No, he couldn't. Denna was his life, his whole life. The light in his darkness. And he was a lover of the light, a lover of her light. For the first time in a plenty of years, he was crying. The wind and his tears were banging his face at the same time, but he didn't care. At last, he arrived at Anker's. He went upstairs, enter in his room and lay back in his bed. With his face sunken in the pillow, he started crying again. For a long time, he kept crying. Then, he stopped. He stood up and went downstairs.
-Anker, do you have some food for me? –asked Kvothe- I'm really hungry.
-Yes, I've got –Anker turned and gave Kvothe a creased paper- But first read this.
Kvothe read the creased paper and his face turned pale.
"Please, think about it. I didn't mean to hurt you, Kvothe. You are my best friend. But she… She… Well, well, it doesn't matter now. I can't leave her. No, I can't. But you can love me, we are a perfect couple –here Simmon drew a heart- (even if I haven't got boobs)…..Forget that. I just was trying to make you laugh. I guess you're not laughing. What was I saying…? Oh, yes. I'll wait for you at the Eolian after Anker gives you this.
Simmon"
Kvothe sighed.
-Give some food, Anker.
-Okay…
Anker gave Kvothe some food. Kvothe ate a little, he was worried about the letter. Then, he went to the Eolian. When he arrived, he looked for Simmon. Where was he? After a minute looking for him, Simmon appeared in front of him.
-Kvothe –said Simmon.
-Simmon.
-Are you ready for my story?
-Yes-said Kvothe.
-Then come on.
Simmon sat next to stage, maybe for looking normal. Kvothe sat too.
-Well, Kvothe. Here we go… -sighed-
It was a rainy day.