It was a quiet morning. A day off from school, perfect for some rest. Mira and I sat together in a calm, classic little café we had agreed to meet at two days ago. A waiter brought us hot coffee—something I always loved.
We were silent for a moment before starting our conversation. I wanted to ask her about what had happened before, but Mira spoke first.
Mira: "I'm happy you're with me. You know… you're the only one who cares to ask about me. I'm so glad… I don't even know how to tell you."
Kalin: "I know… and I also wanted someone who understands me like you do. Because you and I… we're both alone, but we have each other."
Mira: "I want to tell you something… Are you hiding a power from me? I heard that some people are special and have abilities like you. I'm curious… how do you control it? Where does it come from? Does it come out, or does it stay inside?"
I hesitated, unsure what to say.
Kalin: "I'm not sure if I really have a power… but maybe I do. I feel it inside me, and then it comes out through strong emotions… that's how it feels."
Mira: "Really? Show me! I want to have a power too. How do I get it?"
Kalin: "I'll try with my hand."
I clenched my fist, trying to release it, but nothing happened. I even got a small shock.
Mira noticed something for just a brief moment.
Kalin: "Wait! Don't blink! I can't release it fully… it seems tied to negative emotions… or spiritual strength… or maybe something from the past… or a hidden place beyond normal forces. I don't want anyone to see it, only you… because you're my favorite."
In a low voice, I whispered, feeling the room around us.
Suddenly, I saw everyone in the café looking at me in surprise. I froze, unsure what to say.
Mira laughed.
Mira: "It's nothing, everyone… it's just something he's trying to do."
Everyone chuckled lightly, enjoying the moment.
Mira laughed too. Her joy was contagious.
I smiled, feeling both relief and embarrassment for not speaking.
I wondered… will we always be together? I decided not to tell her about what had happened to her before. It felt private… something I shouldn't interfere with. The important thing was that she was safe.
I watched her as she swayed her hair, smiling. She truly was like an angel… I loved her.
I wanted to give her something. I noticed a flower shop and remembered someone I had loved before… someone I gave flowers to, but it didn't work out. Would this be the same with her?
I picked a bouquet of red and white flowers. When she saw it, she was amazed. She loved flowers so much. She hugged me tightly, needing warmth. I could see all the little things she adored… she held the flowers in one hand and my hand with the other.
We walked around the café together. She rested her head on my shoulder. Her blond hair fell mid-length, her blue eyes sparkled, and her smile lit up everything around her. Her rosy cheeks reminded me of another childhood… of beautiful memories.
A few days later, I went to her house to go to school together, but she didn't open the door.
I received a message on my phone: she was at her grandfather's house, sick. She might stay there for more than a day.
Why didn't she tell me earlier? I replied: Take care of yourself and focus on your health. That's the most important thing.
If I had been close, I would have cared for her more… but everyone has their own circumstances.
Days passed. I tried calling her—no answer. I sent messages—still no response. I even went to her house, knocking hard… but no one came.
I began to worry. Was she still sick? Was it a normal illness… or something serious? Or was she hiding the truth from me? I was really scared.
At school, in her absence, I sat alone. Her seat beside me was empty. She hadn't come close to anyone else.
Miron sat in front of the desk, away from me, with his group, talking and glancing at me—typical of them.
I wrote in my diary, thinking whether to keep it or burn it entirely after finishing it. I didn't want anyone to see what had happened to me all my life.
What were they planning? Were they trying to hint at something? I ignored it.
I walked on my path, feeling them following me step by step. What did they want from me? I was fed up.
Suddenly, they turned around and disappeared completely. What… were they playing with me?
I looked around. No one was there. A mysterious message had been sent to me.
I entered my home. My parents were quietly sitting there. I greeted them and spent a little time with them before retreating to my room and closing the door softly.
I opened the message. Someone—unknown—was warning or threatening me. I suspected it was those fools playing a game.
I checked my bag. There it was… a video tape. How did it get there? Who put it? I hadn't noticed.
I was curious. I had to watch it… to know what it contained. The message would have to wait until later.