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"Normal does not exist"
I look at here, surprised.
"What's that?" I ask.
"Normal. It doesn't exist. It pisses me of how we all call our lives 'normal'. This what we have is not normal, we're fucking lucky to have everything we have."
It's weird, I didn't expect her to be the type of girl to swear.
"You know, people all over the world go through the most fucked up shit. Losing everybody around them because they happen to be at the wrong place. Losing everything they care for because mother nature just feels like creating an earthquake or a hurricane, or a tsunami. That's what they call normal, THAT is normal to them. If one of us, living here in Lima, goes through only a glimpse of what those people have been through their world falls apart. Because that's when we lose our 'normal'. The things we used to take for granted."
I can't help but smile a little. Not because the words are comforting or helpful. They're not. Only because the words are so true.
I can't remember the last time I've genuinely smiled.
She looks up at the sky. "There is no such thing as normal"
I nod.
We sit there in silence again. Watching the sky, but also watching each other. It's strange, we're looking at each other, not saying a single word. Just looking into each others eyes. No expression. And yet again I feel myself relaxing a little. I still feel terrible, but when she's watching me like that it's different. It's not that the feeling is gone, it's more like it doesn't matter anymore, like I accept that it's there.
"I have to go home, school tomorrow."
She stands up and walks back into the house. I follow her.
Once we reach the door she turns around.
"Is your name Maria or is that….." she doesn't finish her sentence.
I shake my head, once again fighting the nauseous feeling I get whenever I hear that name.
"Santana"
She nods.
"Do you, like, want me to come over tomorrow? I just.. I feel like you shouldn't be alone here all the time. I can tell you more about myself if you want me to?"
I think about it for a couple of seconds and realize that I actually like the idea.
"Ok" is all I manage to say.
She smiles at me one last time and leaves.
I turn around, mentally preparing myself for the horrible thoughts that already start to haunt my mind again. I let myself fall on the couch, forcing myself to think about the curious events of this night. At least it's better than the rest of my thoughts.
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