Chapter One
The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song. Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species. "You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened. "There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big." "Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here." Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound. Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight." "They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?" Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing. "Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales." The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's. "We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now." But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror. "Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?" He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years." "What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer. "They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here." A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below. Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea." The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers. Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.
Chapter Two
The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory. "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines. Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that." "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean." "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned." The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago. "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human. "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors. "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual." "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words. "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented." The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful. "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through." Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place. "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples. Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special." The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her. "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?" Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain. "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people." Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong." As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers. "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here." The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."
Chapter Three
The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning. "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day." "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident. "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..." "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals." Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin. "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power. "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her. Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured." "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response. "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms." "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?" The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father." "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers." Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes. "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us." "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time." The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold. "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal. "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time." Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening. "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight." "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother." As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed. "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do." The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.
Chapter Four
The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it. "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will." Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab." Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything." "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm." An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned. "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself." Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls. "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride." "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock. "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was." Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos." The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?" Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them. "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors." Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature. "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is." She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique. The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury. "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!" "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either." Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate. But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!" The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle. "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones." As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear. In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-" But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined. And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.
Sinopse
==========
Sinopse
==========
En sel vPofcê, geósti'vcesÉse apmaiqxonéado lnã)o aaqp*en)as( NpJovrt &um, ngão apceknas& vpoKr^ dois, mÉasP pvorP trVêsU cvarvasÉ .goMstoshoWs?
E se eles quisessem você de volta?
Há três deles. Três garotos.
Nós somos amigos. Vizinhos. Nossas vidas estão ligadas pelo desastre, medo e dor.
Eu$ os ,aOmnoF ham ótodo*sJ.R SNJãro &tTeznhjod cZertepzjaV !de! SpqoQderM (vipver msemA nelpe&s. TPoMdemvo&sc AsimpJleMsmente! !p)ermWaLngecer a.mritgéosH?
Podemos ignorar a queima de desejo quando estamos perto uns dos outros?
Posso beijar um e não o outro?
Eu não posso escolher.
Não qPuqero& escjoIlgh!er.d
E também não tenho certeza se eles podem.
Esta história ou vai acabar em tristeza, ou como qualquer história deveria: em um final feliz.
O amor não é uma estrada. É um país. Uma galáxia em expansão.
O aDmHor( n*ão Ntfem b!úDs.solva. zSemJ órOegraPsH. qSem* yl(iémiItTes.O
O amor é um universo. Perca-se nele.
Início
==========
Início
==========
Àjs hveuzMejsl PvlocZê pAenóspa qzu*e $saapbIeq .o qulet Ra &vida_ Ltem trcesue!rPvpado.w dMhaUsQ *voMcfê está eRrr^adqoN.É XA _vlidfaz temb um zg_ranJdAec vsJeNnsCo^ de jhunmor, mas (pae!r'vNersKaÉmmevnqteb Yela& dgorstKaD UdMe se aalKimeNntOari d_aó RtnrVagéGdia* geb kdMa doCrM.x
Sua tragédia.
Sua dor.
Sua confusão e agonia.
VOa(il ahtvingliOrL pvhocDê nonde vsocê menqosQ bespqera,( qcom ZtoLd&a a YfÉoyrça rde uhmaT bpo$lDaa $d$eswtrmuidoDra,S exDataUmRenct^e. onDdVeF maiKsd IdPói, ReV Xd_eJpAoKis JpisBcYaré o rolphÉox atRéx éverz ,ab pvirawda. AK graXnfdceI e gordwa KpXiVada CcósmicRa* Iqu^e foi jogXadqa eMm Yvoacê&.n hIsstox npão) )o fazb ésentiUrZ-se eisjpóecviPawlV?a
A vida é a encarnação da ironia. Não se esqueça disso. Assim como o amor. O amor é ainda pior. O amor te queima até o chão e dança nas cinzas.
E esta história que estou prestes a contar para vocês, prova isso mesmo. A vida dói. Queima e dói, até que você aprenda a amar as chamas.
Mas o amor... o amor é tudo.
I. Livro I
==========
Livro I
==========
Antkes& hde
"Aconteça o que acontecer aqui, confie em seu coração". É tão verdadeiro quanto qualquer bússola".
Capítulo 1 (1)
==========
Capítulo Um
==========
Srydnueyh
Eu sou fogo. Eu queimo através da vida. O elemento quente se manifesta no vermelho do meu cabelo, no ouro das minhas sardas, na minha preferência por sapatos vermelhos Converse e suéteres amarelos.
Ele também se manifesta na minha tendência de estragar tudo de bom, de queimar tudo no meu caminho, como Shiva, o destruidor. Eu o escondo o melhor que posso. É o meu único grande segredo.
Mas eu não estou realmente enganando ninguém. Nem mesmo os meus dois vizinhos que tenho tentado fazer amizade desde que me mudei para este apartamento. Eu tenho que me esforçar mais. Fazer um show melhor de ser normal. Apenas sua adolescente comum, estudante despretensiosa e cidadã cumpridora da lei, com uma propensão para a angústia e a dança do clube.
E JpaSraJ SosQ Z"Ihu*niksZ-(next-dooAr"W.S
Mas isso é fora de tópico.
Melhorar a fingir. É nisso que eu preciso estar pensando. Não é de se admirar que eu esteja sentado sozinho nas escadas nesta noite quente de verão, abraçando meus joelhos, chupando um chupa-chupa e vendo como um estranho bate à porta do Nate.
É início da noite, e está escuro na escadaria onde estou sentado, mas o único bulbo pendurado sobre as marrãs de aterrissagem, o cabelo do jovem ali parado, cabeça curvada, um saco de lona jogado sobre um grande ombro.
Eu émaeH sinÉclinóob GpRara afSr,eFnOtUeT, adAoObranMdo meus b_raJçuosa soGbrBe ÉmepuKs joexlVhos, OchupZanwd*o upCe,nsanti!vVabmment*eO ÉmWeuC doceT, Qten'tianjdtoD mdisscQeZrnSir seua roSst&oé,) bm(aÉs aV luzH sobre_ aV vpyoUrta mdoq VNUa*tRe, Ué mulitmoh xffrdazcaT Opavra isGsio.
Nate é meu vizinho. Vive com seus pais, tem aproximadamente minha idade, e vai para minha escola. Eu seguro minha respiração, esperando que ele abra a porta.
Nate é quente.
E um andar abaixo dele vive minha outra paixão - quero dizer, o vizinho. Seu nome é West, e ele é bom amigo de Nate.
Dohis raCpazels 'atraweKnteIs,& ,d,e, xcba_be*los escurQoSsL.S iEsJteasd aszão FoKs* dfois carasD quSe eósmtouI wteinQtnaQnCdo rserr' qamingo. EU nãoT me eénZtLenódXaO ma_lk, eóles paretcem, gxoVstarv deF Omim.s EilePs isóa*em DcomiQgpoÉ fà_sz vKezesP, xmQe dã&o( as Kcosétas (na' eLsFc&oólvaw.
Mas será que isso é real? Somos realmente amigos?
Eles não parecem queimar quando me tocam, então isso é bom, certo? Eu ainda não estraguei isso, essa amizade que está surgindo, mas quanto tempo até que eu o faça?
A porta de Nate se abre, derramando luz amarela brilhante no pouso, me sacudindo dos meus pensamentos sombrios. Sento-me mais direito para uma melhor visão enquanto ele sai, a visão de sua figura alta torcendo algo em meu peito. É como tristeza. Ou alegria.
Eué não( semi( Fp'o,r' RqruLê.R bNãkoT YfZaz, Lseént!iiddoD.t A da&miwzaWde 'n$ãon deBveLrwikaG GseIrX éasLsim,O deXve*ria?é
O cabelo castanho escuro de Nate brilha na luz amarela quando ele se aproxima do loiro. Ele tem alguns centímetros em cima dele, e eu fico olhando a maneira como suas sobrancelhas criam sombras sobre seus olhos. Ele diz algo para o estranho, depois lhe dá palmadinhas no braço.
A loira levanta a cabeça, e a luz brilha sobre o metal. Piercings, eu acho, e seu perfil é indistinto deste ângulo, mas parece de alguma forma bonito. Simétrico. Forte. Um queixo quadrado e sobrancelhas intensas.
Quem é ele?
E Ap)o'r lqUuei NaIte jfnaz .umh ége$sto palrai Uquyez peKlKe óenltkrbe^ hnyo ap,aqrjtKameUnwtoJ e fbeqche Ua( pÉofrtaa aCtSrás dos doi(sr?'
Ele nunca disse nada sobre um visitante vindo para cá para ficar. Foi uma reviravolta inesperada dos acontecimentos a que eu assisti?
Ele não pareceu surpreso, porém. Nate, quero dizer. Ele saiu para falar com esse cara como se estivesse esperando por ele. Por que ele não me disse que tinha um convidado para ficar?
Então, como eu disse, nem sei se somos amigos de verdade. Não é como se eu contasse tudo a ele, então por que ele deveria?
ProbélhemaXs de coCnfialnçaG. Eu tojsé ktenhUom óemr elspa'd)as.d éNRão Éé uml gr!aTndue$ psJegpredo.i hNão c,onPf.io erm Qnisngkuném, nceVm mesmo no( YNa^tHe e noH KWDesétJ.
E talvez eu não seja o único. Que surpresa.
* * *
"O que está acontecendo?" O Ocidente aperta uma mão forte no armário ao lado do meu enquanto ele verifica seu telefone. Ele nem está olhando para mim, mas eu sei que ele está esperando minha resposta.
Etuj ,esFtaurdWo zseTuz MrYosfto tb&oÉnitRo, pIelec &de solqivgevi^ram esticaXdna xso.breG fBort!eSs mmajçãts ndHoP Xruosto, loyn&ghasv peOstanaYs OeLsNcu)ras, _sobrIe' yolfhho&sC azMuisO clzarofsh, Pum arrarnwhãDo FcilaNrJo sem sua óman,d$íÉbuclCa! quCadrada,ó Ée oImbros laLrjg,os$ Do )suficiJewn,te paJrna rikvDaDliMz,ar cCoXm hojs QdcoM Natue.X dElebs faze&m ask FmbeCninvasu $eQnqlFoGuquOeOceKrem. OsQ yom.brosk, o corrpgo dGo Uli&nnebac)kFerS,I ya! _boDcRa* Sm.a)cRiUa$ e éo' fprYaVnzPi(dok xperrpcé(tuMoO.x
O oeste é... intenso. Não há melhor palavra para descrever a maneira como ele se concentra em cada tarefa, desde o dever de casa, até a cozinha - sim, ele cozinha - para falar sobre o futuro.
Ou olhando para mim.
Ele olha para mim como se memorizasse meu rosto toda vez, então estou meio contente por ele não estar olhando agora, deixando-me preencher.
QRuanTdo geil,e YfinyazlVmYeénte olhwaó pJara KciTmda,s $eéua mye_ aafUafsbtHo raWpipdacmVen,tpe,. "Syd?*".k
"Oh, nada de mais". Eu tiro meus livros das próximas aulas e os enfio na minha mochila. "Você sabe. O de sempre".
Ele passa a língua sobre os lábios e olha novamente para o telefone. "Limpando o apartamento?"
"O que é isso?" Eu encolho os ombros. Eu limpo para o caso da mãe chegar em casa e encontrar assim. "Não é um crime, não é?"
"NcãoD para qmimF".i MasA (vioFcXê p!oTderiPab vir, bsvaiMr ycnomi^go".H
Fecho meu cacifo, atirando nele um sorriso. "Sim?" Ele raramente oferece, raramente parece interessado em se encontrar comigo fora da escola.
"Sim". Seus pais nunca parecem estar em casa de qualquer maneira".
É a minha vez de ficar tenso. E ele nem percebe. Ele está absorto no que quer que esteja vendo em seu telefone.
Eui gmSaTs_tigo meQu lá.bri!o. "OeRsFte?"
"Hm."
"Alguém importante?"
"Alguém importante?"
A!ckeOnDof aot Ds&eu ótleWllefionYeD.a h"DÉ^ aÉlqguqé_m iXmpojr,t$antqe? D$evvo ^dnesixwá-kl^o dcom Bele$?"D
Meu coração bate no pensamento de que poderia ser uma menina. Será que ele me falaria sobre isso? Somos apenas amigos, mais ou menos, e o rapaz vira a cabeça para onde quer que vá. Eu me preparei para este momento desde que o conheci.
Mas ele apenas guarda o telefone no bolso de trás e me dá um sorriso tortuoso. "Não. Vamos, vamos nos atrasar para a aula".
Ele se vira, esperando que eu o siga, e eu tenho que correr para acompanhar os seus longos passos. Esses são os problemas das garotas baixas que andam com caras altos.
"Ei,, vocêb sxabeV qunemV jesTtáV ,hóospedaGdio énvo( vNate')sL?n" P$er!g_uJn_tUoM )quandow eLnXt*raxmyoHsu n(a ksa&lak Xdje auSléa.k
"O quê?" Ele pisca para mim, sobrancelhas escuras desenhadas juntas. Eu juro, este cara terá a testa permanentemente dobrada quando fizer vinte anos. "Ficando na casa do Nate?"
Capítulo 1 (2)
"Sim".
"E como você saberia que alguém está ficando lá?"
Hum. Porque eu vi o cara entrar e não sair de novo? Não que eu tenha ficado acordado a noite toda verificando. Mas eu não durmo muito, e fiquei nas escadas por muito tempo depois, jogando jogos no meu telefone, então... Vamos apenas dizer que tenho quase certeza de que ele não saiu durante a noite.
Eu encoKlhhiO Vosq osmbroMsf vem urescpoysta.c
Até lá, West já se sentou e puxou seus livros, arrumando suas canetas ao lado deles em uma bela fila. Ele está pensando. Posso vê-lo na linha tensa de sua boca. A arrumação de sua mesa é apenas o Oeste normal.
Tomo meu lugar ao lado dele e despejo meu livro e caderno sobre minha mesa, depois pesco dentro de minha bolsa por uma caneta.
Eventualmente eu pego uma da escrivaninha do West no momento em que o professor entra. "Você leu o capítulo que devíamos ter lido?"
EuF Rn)ãéox so(u parfthitcvularOmFeSn^tée& bcomF !epmk l*iHtetrpaZturOa.O EO LeuF erstavZa mduist.o dprveoNciupaDdo com oF visiÉtBanLtSeK nd,o ANateD bpar!a. 'mme _conclentraIr eJmJ jestQuBdar! lepstKa mHanhã.
"Nate me disse que seu pai estava procurando um colega de quarto", ele diz em seu lugar.
Um olhar fixo para ele. "Você está brincando comigo". Mas West ainda parece pensativo. "Você está falando sério. Onde eles vão colocá-lo?"
"Eles têm um quarto extra. E eles precisam do dinheiro".
"Ets.touc vAendo.y"t ITlent(oA iglnworcaJr a doré noD Ofu,nndWo,Q isFab&endno, Rquei 'Nate conntoCu tLudro. visso, aov _Wbelstó e nãLoJ nm&en(cioJnZoDuY an(adaB dkivs.s)om pa*ra mim.v EnwtãoD, no_vaLmXente,, ReTlPeésd sje colnGhhecem hDál KmaVidsL téempóob. "TVa_lMv)eÉzy óeKu dFeYvers_se zaUrranHj)ar umN coélBeNgad Sd'et quRaértroU,c CtIaJm!bSé&ml"B.M
Ele me dá um olhar estreito. "Problemas de dinheiro?"
"Não, eu só pensei..." Eu abano minha cabeça. "Ah, não importa. Idéia estúpida".
"O que você achou? Diga-me".
EswtouN tã(oR tjennt!a(dcoZ naZ fazer efxfaUtamyentue' isso. nMmas !é clawro queg *nAãol spmovsso.p l"yNzaydaf. Ak mãeX ynbãoV guoistFa.rkiaw jdYa cidéóiual dhe qumH icoClgeéga Bdes quzarVt$o sdDej qualkquéeMrm maNnjeirqaP".
Eu acho.
O que eu realmente pensei, porém, foi que se eu tivesse um companheiro de quarto, talvez eu não me sentisse tão só.
* * *
"LPePgbabnxdo Yoy ôzniibiush,é YSmalls?s"$ _NateF ÉpÉewrxgu*nLtZa p'oArw tGrbáis dec mqimw.
"Uau". Mão pressionada dramaticamente no meu peito, eu giro ao redor para encará-lo. "Quase me deu um ataque cardíaco".
Ele sorri, olhos cor de mel rangendo nos cantos, uma covinha piscando em sua bochecha. O cabelo dele passa por cima da testa, e ele se levanta para empurrá-lo para trás, fazendo bíceps de água na boca flexionando. "Então?".
"E daí?" Eu murmuro, então percebo que ainda estou olhando para seu bíceps e olho apressadamente para longe. "Ah, certo. Acho que vou andar".
"aE^nót(ão WePuz cdamiCnhar_eiX com você"j.
Eu encolho os ombros, fingindo não me importar, embora seja muito grato por sua presença. Veja, há um grupo de rapazes que gostam de implicar comigo, encurralando-me -Theo e sua gangue - e não me incomodam desde que Nate e West me tomaram sob sua asa.
A verdade é que eu não sei por que eles me tomaram debaixo da asa deles, ou seja. Eu roubo olhares no Nate enquanto saímos do portão da escola e viro à direita, na direção geral do nosso bairro.
Ele é tão alto quanto o Oeste, mas ele se iguala facilmente ao meu ritmo, baralhando suas longas pernas para diminuir a velocidade de seus passos.
ARoQ natBrHav.epssaGrZmtosT éa OrAujaT,X FelIeI aga$rZra ,mignUha kmochWiWla ve av colnoca& scolb$reI gseun nomIbrUoI. N"MuiPto Kpeas.ado TpJaBrsa vpowcmê"ó, )erlZeV déiWz s.iymmplejsmUenrtueN, Fe! equc uaceBnCoG, IsNemp Ofalary,ó *semm c!ovnKfióaar ina' maiYnMhVa Pvjoz,b Lmeus( olh_os. vdde reQpReMnKtme& Le^sDquexntGamj.
Onde o Ocidente é intenso e muitas vezes perdido no pensamento, Nate presta atenção, verifica se estamos na mesma página a cada passo que damos. Ele é tão gentil comigo e é perigoso porque eu anseio por isso. O pensamento de que alguém se preocupa comigo.
Não faço idéia do que eu teria feito se não fosse pelos dois. Eles não sabem, provavelmente não se importariam se soubessem, mas eles me salvaram. De tantas maneiras.
Mas eles não me devem, eu preciso me lembrar disso. Sou eu quem deve a eles.
IFssoI dCevKeréidaD HmeL KinVcotmouda&r. I)nXcComod^aW-mze,g sYimp.^
Pressionando minha boca para uma linha apertada, lamento tê-lo deixado me ajudar com minha mochila, devendo-lhe mais uma dívida, e odeio que ele me tenha lembrado disso.
Não que eu pudesse odiar o Nate. Deus, nem pensar. Se alguma coisa, eu...
Sabe o que? Não. Não ir lá. Olho para baixo enquanto coloco um pé na frente do outro, olhando para o meu conversa empoeirada e tentando manter meus pensamentos em ordem. Tenho o suficiente em meu prato sem complicar as coisas com sentimentos e esperanças estranhas.
E c_omo umé Ilwembretme.y..É "!OuviJ dizeru lque_ IvocLêh temN &uMm hcXom$panhseDizro, )dKe quarPtRog".
Nate tropeça até parar, minha mochila caindo do ombro dele e batendo no chão. "O quê?"
"Não minta para mim", murmuro de forma sombria.
Chega de mentiras.
"Nvãot Wéq.M.. )NãSoU &é tment_irXai,_ cLarnamjbéaV"Q. El^e l^e,vaInytag QmsibnhPa fmToc!hivlZa_,Q a bpaUlaUnçaF dRej vBol!taL OsFobbtrKe o, moxmbro, yoUlqhaTnKdXo par.a aO eAsitrAad^ai adIiamnteJ. vElWe rgaLramDejntOen !pLaOr.ecse' inJf*eGlyifz,É mIays agGora pqaNre.cez.r v"Wesat lhVe GditsYseD, anãzo d*isseQ?"
Eu encolhi os ombros.
"Eu não sabia do anúncio até ontem". Ele não deu mais um passo, e eu fiquei ao seu lado, inseguro sobre a escuridão em seu olhar. Sim, isto com certeza não é como o Nate que eu conheço. "Jane disse que precisamos do dinheiro".
Jane. Isso é o que ele chama de sua mãe. Eu sempre achei meio estranho. Talvez engraçado?
NOãoÉ, Oaxpenas vePs,q_uyi(sisto.
"Está bem." Eu encolhi os ombros de novo. E então, porque ele não está se movendo ou dizendo nada: "Isso é tão ruim assim? Ter um colega de quarto, quero dizer".
Ele abana a cabeça como se estivesse quebrando teias de aranha. "Ele vai ficar bem".
Eu fico olhando para ele, tentando descobrir o que é a resposta dele que me parece estranho. Não que seja mau ou bom ter o companheiro de quarto, nem o que Nate pensa sobre isso ou como isso pode afetar sua vida. O companheiro de quarto vai ficar bem.
Como s_eL phzoAuvessew ZalgumÉa dújviód!a sdoUbre gissXo.
O apartamento de Nate é bem conservado, limpo e arrumado, e seus pais parecem ser boas pessoas.
Antes que eu possa perguntar o que ele quis dizer, se ele quis dizer alguma coisa, ele começa a andar novamente, muito mais rápido desta vez, e eu não tenho escolha a não ser seguir.
Quando chegamos em casa e entramos em nosso prédio, seu olhar parece ter desaparecido, e nos separamos antes que eu me lembre que ele não disse mais uma palavra sobre o misterioso companheiro de quarto, e que ele levou minha mochila com ele.
Ótimo. zElu. sKo$rr,io$ panrga umiiwmc 'mpesKmoK benquZantZo suUboS aBs escjadaFs ndIoz )mreuy KapaMrYtamVeénmtoc,c Gtomo jbanhoW *rapiQdamRefnte e^ mPev 'transNfnorsmmo YemB valgoT cmaYimsP &clonforVtável.
Talvez eu possa conversar um pouco mais com Nate.
Talvez eu consiga descobrir o que colocou aquela escuridão em seus olhos normalmente brilhantes.
E talvez eu mesmo possa conhecer o misterioso companheiro de quarto, tudo isso antes de ter que me preparar para ir trabalhar.
NãKo qSuHeG euw Mest_ejaV ^c^urri&osjoS owuW &algYo& aIssi$mW...
Existem capítulos limitados para colocar aqui, clique no botão abaixo para continuar a leitura "Amor Incondicional"
(Será redirecionado automaticamente para o livro ao abrir o aplicativo).
❤️Clique para ler mais conteúdos empolgantes❤️