An unexplained silence
The phone remains silent, and the absence of the rose becomes palpable. This situation is bewildering, as his attitude has changed dramatically. Now it seems surrounded by a new circle of friends, who follow it in Pilates classes. The feeling of loss correts me; The friendship we shared is transformed into a series of silences full of distrust.
Visits full of ambivalence
Pepi, always so optimistic, invites me to Rosa’s house, a place that was usually full of laughter. My anxiety grows with every step in the hallway. When I arrive, the rose is there physically, but emotionally absent. The aroma of cheap makeup and the smell of nail lacquer transport me to a world where pain is blurred, but reality returns quickly. I am trapped in a surface conversation, where the rose is lost between laughter and secrets, while her gaze does not connect with mine.
A lost generation?
I offer to understand the world around the rose, but the current trends seem alien to me. Pepi, with tears in his eyes, shares his frustration on the influence of these new ‘celebrities’ that seem to dictate the rules of Coolness. Her daughter takes refuge in her cellphone and forgets food. As a teenager, I feel like living in a sea of contradictions: rebellious, curious and sometimes even lost. But I recognize that the rose is not strange, it is simply in an emotional maze.
A Full Day of Hope
Today I get up with a sense of possibility. These are those moments where a feeling tells me that something special can happen. I strongly believe that magic exists if you want it strongly. The thought that Rosa could appear at school makes me dream. I look at his desk, with the notebook full of drawings that reminds me of his creativity, and the echo of his absence weighs me.
Returns and residents
As the day progresses, the twilight enters the window, and the memory of the shared moments makes me smile. I open the drawing notebook of the rose and let myself be carried away by its artistic talents. Each stroke reveals a world full of magic: bright rockets, enchanted forests and brightly colored skies. Although tears flock me, I know that their artistic dreams have not completely disappeared. It has only been a few days of bewilderment.
A new start
Finally, when the memory begins to fade, I see the mother and Pepi hugging himself, crying with joy. The rose appears, jumping as always, with her drawings under her arm and a radiant look that fills the atmosphere of happiness. I feel overwhelmed by emotions; I want to cry and shout of joy. At this point, I proudly accept who I am, and I know that life continues with new opportunities to live and feel.
