I Know Interpol Is All We Need

Summer Well, París! Chapter 4

Hi everyone! Well I’ve been very busy with the uni but  I’m here with another chapter. I know it may be quite brief but I promise it will continued, no matter how much time is going to take me, because my problem is that I have a lot of ideas but I don’t have enough time to write them. As usual this is my idea and my characters, some were inspired in interpol but any resemblance to reality is a purely coincidence.   Well my apologies for the delayed and enjoy!

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Era de día nuevamente, un nuevo día en una nueva ciudad. Estire los brazos y luego me levante de la cama. Tenía que hacer todo rápido, hoy iba a ser un día muy agitado, y tenía que empezar con los preparativos temprano. Tome uno de los vestidos, el azul, los zapatos, mis lentes de contacto, otras cosas y fui al baño.

 Todavía era muy temprano, no había ningún movimiento de la otra habitación. Baje con mi reproductor de música con los auriculares puestos, que ya formaban parte de mis oídos, sin ellos sentía un vacio; al igual de cómo me sentía sin una cámara en mis manos. Ambas cosas son parte de mí.

 Prepare algo de café, algunas tostadas con mermelada y me senté a disfrutar de la música.

 Una vez  que termine el desayuno, comencé a limpiar todo y preparar todo para cocinar el almuerzo, tome las verduras y comencé a lavarlas, mientras escuchaba la música iba moviéndome, bailando, estaba muy compenetrada ‘You watched me lose my life To a thief without a care, You let my heart fall Hard to see, to disappear Low low low time…’ (Song: Low Times- School of Seven Bells)

Y ahí llegaba my parte favorita cuando la música y las voces se detenían y solo se marcaba el ritmo, sentía una especie de adrenalina y expectativa y luego de unos segundos, la música continuaba.

Estaba cortando algunas verduras cuando de pronto escucho un ‘Bonjour’ detrás de mí, que me tomo por sorpresa, y es ahí cuando pierdo la concentración, me distraigo y el cuchillo no hace el corte que debía. Siento un dolor punzante en uno de los dedos, y lo único que atino a hacer es mirar fijamente al causante.

Ahí está parado, algo sorprendido y confundido, viéndome, Daniel, de traje, su pelo difícilmente arreglado, parecía no ser uno de sus mejores días, pero aun así lucia elegante y sobrio.

Por un instante tuve la sensación que era diferente al hombre que vi anoche, pero no. Parpadee y al verlo de nuevo, llego la confirmación. Era el mismo arrogante de anoche.

 Lo mire fijamente, de la forma más dura que podía, es que acaso siempre iba a ser así, siempre iba a causar ese efecto, y yo reaccionaria de esta manera.

Rápidamente tomé un paño y subí las escaleras hacia el baño, en busca de un botiquín para limpiarme la herida. No lo podía creer, que se quedara ahí, estático. Y para mis males debía volver allí, y continuar cocinando.

Baje lentamente, y allí estaba, leyendo el diario, sosteniéndolo extendido en el aire, por lo que no le podía ver la cara, tomando su café. Pero aun así, sentía que seguía cada uno de mis movimientos. Estaba muy enfadada, limpie todo, arroje las cosas que ya no servirían al cesto. Luego termine de cortar los vegetales, mientras lo hacía, el único sonido que había era el de las páginas del diario. 

Puse las cosas  en un sartén al fuego y comenzaban a surgir sus característicos olores,  e instantáneamente Daniel se paro e iba de salida, cuando se detuvo para tomar las llaves.

-          - Sam  va a ir buscar al resto al aeropuerto y luego vendrán aquí a almorzar, para después tener una reunión sobre algunos detalles.- Dije rápidamente de una forma torpe y atropellada, cosa que solía sucederme cuando estaba enojada.

Asintió y dijo- ‘Bien, volveré para esa hora’. Y salió caminando hacia el exterior.

No podía soportar su presencia, y solo lo vi unos instantes. Era tan irritante, con su perfeccionismo. Afortunadamente, tendríamos más compañía y no voy a tener que verlo tan seguido, solo aquí en el departamento, en el que me quedaría solo lo estrictamente necesario, o quizás nos cruzaríamos en alguna u otra clase, pero por mi bien creo que voy a evitarlo. Además voy a estar tan ocupada con las clases y con el trabajo de ser asistente, que tengo planeado disfrutar al máximo de lo que Paris me ofrece.

(Continuará)

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It was daylight again, a new day in a new city.

I stretched my arms and then I got out of bed. I had to do everything quickly. Today would be a busy day, and I had to start the preparations early. I took one of the dresses, a blue one, then the shoes, my contact lenses and my other things and I ran into the bathroom.

It was still early, there was no movement in the opposite room. I went down with my ipod, with the headphones on, which were already part of my ears, I felt empty without them. The same feeling that I always have when I don’t have a camera in my hands. Both things are part of me.

I made coffee and some toast with jam and I sat down to enjoy the music.

When I’ve already finished breakfast, I started to clean everything and get everything ready for make the lunch. I took the vegetables and I began to wash them while I was listening to music, moving, dancing, I was so into the music…

‘You watched me lose my life To a thief without a care, You let my heart fall Hard to see, to disappear Low low low time…’ (Song: Low times- School of Seven Bells)

… and here came my favorite part when suddenly the music and the voices had stopped and only set the beat, I felt a kind of adrenaline and anticipation and after a few seconds, the music continued.

I was cutting some vegetables when suddenly I hear a ‘Bonjour’ behind me who took me by surprise, and I lose concentration, get distracted and the knife didn’t make the cut to be. I feel a sharp pain in one finger, and all I managed to do was stare at the deceased.

There he was standing, surprised and confused, seeing me, Daniel in a black suit, his hair seemed not to be one of his better days, but he still looks elegant and sober.

For a moment I felt  that he was a different man from the one I saw last night, but no. I blink and saw him again. I got the confirmation. He was the same arrogant from last night. I stare at him, in the tough way that I could. Is always going to be in this way?  Is he always cause that effect and then I will react in this way?

I took a cloth and quickly I went upstairs to the bathroom, looking for a kit to clean the wound. I couldn’t believe it, he just stayed there, static. And for  my woes I should go back there and continue cooking.

I went slowly back to the kitchen , and there he was, reading the newspaper, he was holding it in the air, so I could not see his face, taking his coffee. But still, I could feel that he was following every movement that I take. I was so angry, I was cleaning everything, throwing the things that no longer serve into the basket. Then when I was finishing the vegetables, the only sound that I heard was the pages from the newspaper.

I put the things in a frying pan and they started raising their characteristic odors as instantly Daniel stood up and went out, but he stopped to take the keys.

-Sam is going to find the rest at the airport and they’re coming here for lunch. Then we’ll have the meeting about some details- I said quickly in a clumsy and hasty way, which used to happen to me when I’m angry.

He nodded and said- ‘Well, I’ll be back on time’ as he walked outside.

I could not endure his presence, and I only saw him briefly. He was so irritating with  his perfectionism. 

Fortunately, we would have more company and I won’t have to see him so often, just here at the apartment, where I would be only the necessary, or  we may cross in some class or another, but for my sake I think I’m going to avoid him.

Besides, I’ll be very busy with my classes and with the photographer’s assistant job. I have planned to enjoy the most of what Paris offers me.