I stand in the hall of our house, the entrance door in front of me.
It's still closed.
Outside, it's dark already.
I know, because I looked out the window.
Darkness.
Night has already fallen.
The clock ticks as the seconds pass by.
For another moment I stand there, then turn around and go into the kitchen.
I turn on the lights.
They are bright, driving away the shadows.
I take out a glass and fill it with water.
Then, I sit down on the kitchen table, take out my phone and start scrolling around it.
Some newspaper articles pop up, some messages from my friends.
Nothing interesting.
I drink the water, looking on my phone.
Then I hear the click of the lock at the door.
I stand up, put away my phone and make my way to the door with the half-filled water glass.
In the entrance way, she is just taking off her shoes, still wearing her jacket, her cheeks reddened from the cold.
"Your late.", I say.
She looks up.
She hadn't noticed me coming over.
A smile appeared on her face.
It's a bit helpless, absent-minded, not really cheerful.
"Sorry.", she answered,"I got lost on my way. Thats why I got home late."
Her long hair falls over her back openly.
Wasn't it tied together then she left?
I'm not sure, I didn't pay attention.
I just nod.
For a moment I look at her.
Her eyes seem slight reddened.
Did she cry?
Or is it just the way the light falls?
"Are you alright?", I ask.
She is silent for a moment, then tilts her head sideways and laughs:" Of course I am. I'm a supergirl after all, remember? And supergirls don't cry."
I need to chuckle.
It was something our parents always told us in the past.
That she is a supergirl and I'm a superboy.
We would always play having special abilities and saving others from danger.
I look at her for another moment.
She looks back, smiles.
"Alright.", I say.
Nothing more.
After a moment, she opens her mouth, wanting to say something.
Suddenly, my phone rings.
I take it out and take a look.
It's a message from my chat with my friends.
They are discussing about the soccer game tomorrow.
I turn around.
"Your lunch is in the fridge.", I say, then leave and return to my room.
I don't tell her that she can come talk to me.
I don't wait and talk with her.
I don't see that she closed her mouth again, without a single word having left her lips.
While walking, the memory of her reddened eyes comes back to me.
But I decide that it must have been the light.
If I had looked closer, I might have made a different decision.
But it's too late.
Thats just how it is.
Superboys don't save anyone.
And supergirls don't cry.