After the call ended, the young man in his twenties walked to his bed with a frown on his face, lost in thought about the nature of relationships.
– The next day –
Simon's mother's voice echoed, yelling at him:
— "Come on, come on! Don't be late for school!"
Simon replied in a tone free of sadness, as if sleep had cured his worries:
— "Good morning, Mom… but today is a day off."
— "Alright, Simon. Breakfast is ready."
Simon sat at the table, staring at his food. His appetite seemed off, as if he longed for the emptiness he once felt inside.
His chest was filled with countless worries and questions he hadn't yet answered.
Suddenly, Simon shouted with joy:
— "Ah, ah! I just remembered… today's the day I meet John!"
A hint of happiness—or rather longing—appeared on his face.
— "Damn, I finally have someone to talk to about all this. I'm excited!"
Simon left with a cheerful face and boarded the train.
As he gazed into the train's mirror, he felt the same emotion he had experienced before.
Finally, Simon met up with John.
— "How have you been, Simon? It's been a long time since we sat at this table."
— "Yeah, you're right."
— "So, Simon, are you excited?"
— "Excited about what?"
Simon smiled:
— "A new idea came to mind… a new explanation."
— "Sounds interesting. What is it, Simon?"
Simon answered with a joyful face:
— "It's loyalty."
— "What about loyalty, Simon?"
— "I finally found its meaning."
— "And how's that, Simon?"
— "Well, John… it's an old story. But it's deeply connected to our present. So, listen carefully."
— "I'm all ears…"
— Three years ago —
Simon was just an ordinary 17-year-old boy.
His life went by as if he wasn't really living it.
One day, while sitting in class with an emotionless face, he lifted his head… and saw a beautiful girl.
Simon stared at her for a long time.
— "What kind of beauty is this? What's with her eyes? Is she even human…?"
Blushing, he started talking to her shyly:
— "Hi, how are you?"
— "Hello, I'm fine."
— "I'm Simon. Nice to meet you."
— "Nice to meet you, Simon. My name is Violet."
— "A beautiful name for a beautiful person."
Violet blushed and replied shyly:
— "Thank you, Simon."
The class ended—but for Simon, it felt far too short.
He returned home, excited for tomorrow, eager to see Violet again.
— "I'll go to sleep now… let the morning come quickly."
– Phone buzzing –
A message from Violet:
"Hi Simon!"