Feliciano Vargas was asleep on a chair in a small classroom. The class has been a gigantic mess, much like usual, and Feliciano, tired from the beginning, felt asleep in no time. No one dared to wake this slimy little figure as the bell rang, not even Ludwig. So there he was, trapped in the realm of dreams at the time he should be embracing reality. Nothing seemed to interupt his nap. Nothing except a slender silhouette that appeared in the doorway.
Creeping slowly, the figure looked inside the room for a moment, then stopped at the view of the young Italian layed on the average table. He approched. Long, laceless boots with heels. Small feets, small pace, clear sound. Feliciano woke up, opened his eyes, rubbed them, mustered.
« Vee ? »
« Ciao. » The stranger said.
Feliciano turned his head to see. A pair of empty, aggressive and yet soothing magenta orbs were scanning his face, looking deep inside his soul. A thought spinned Feliciano's mind. They are dead. They seemed to show no emotion, no fear, no flaw. They were like doll's eyes, dead eyes that tried to show life. Just two pink colored globs against lively golden ones.
« Who are you ? »
Feliciano asked. A small giggle escaped two fine lips, echoing in the small space.
« No one. »
The other answered in the tone of a question, like if he waited for Feliciano to answer. How could a human being not have an identity. At least, that's what Feliciano asked himself, understanding the other without even knowing him. He wasn't the kind to let such existencial questions cross his mind even the slightest. But right now, everything seemed different. Even he, he felt different. He didn't close his eyes like he used to do. He didn't know what made him do that. Was it the fact that he has been sleeping not a minute ago ? Or was he so captivated by the curious eyes of his unknown interlocutor that he couldn't stop his own from looking at them ? Something was making him feel in a bubble that urged to explode. Something was making him feel in another world. A fantastic, dangerous world.
Feliciano had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to ask, for he had a strange need of knowing who this man was, yet he didn't have time to say anything, his cellphone rang. A message from his brother.
« I'm sorry ! I have to go ! »
He stood up at the speed of sound.
Wait, why did I apologise ?
Something in him wanted to stay in that empty bubble with that complete stranger. Something in him wanted to ask his name, chat for a bit, go for a walk, admire those eyes a little more. He still hurried to the door to not make his brother wait any longer.
« See you soon. »
The words resonated in the space like water in a glass. Loud and clear. It was a statement, a promise even. They were going to see each other again. But Feliciano didn't fully understand that until he ended his contact with the doorknob and progressed in the empty corridor, leaving a stranger in a lonely room.