Bab 6: Travel 5. To See You Again
I was walking here and there, up and down. I needed to think about my future as a college student. Instead, I choose to search an explanation about the weird things that I have been through the last few weeks. Every time I feel the wind blowing over my face, I just think about traveling again and look for Nirvana.
She didn't appear. Did she die? Was she done with her searching? Is she in another lapsus of time? Far away from me? I really started to like her.
What if I'm going crazy? How could a little stone, attached to some metal cord, could be the one that marks my faith? And why I have to look for Harlow? Is a man my faith, then? How ridiculous could that be?
I was making tons of questions to myself, but I couldn't answer a single one. I'm the kind of person that would always ask and answer for oneself, but right now, I was hopeless. To see my childhood best friend being in a band, about the same age as my boyfriend (which is completely impossible, since Anwar is just my age) it was horrible. In fact, it affected me more seeing him as a singer than seeing my boyfriend as that. Although they are not the same person, is quite scary to see doppelgangers.
Every day was a mistery for me. Some days I'd travel, others I'd just stay in my reality. From time to time I'd forget about it all, as if it was a dream. I had some fights with Harlow, and I wish I could explain to him what was really going on in my mind.
Since it was a beautiful sunny day, I decided to travel again. I was determined to find Nirvana, and for what I have noticed, I go from here to there without time passing by in my reality. Which, by the way, and according to some famous scientific dude, it's impossible. In a parallel world, time probably seems like just 5 minutes, while in someone's reality, it's about months or even years.
Well, guess what I-don't-remember-your-name. Nothing is impossible for me anymore.
This time was nothing like the other travelings. I have to walk. It was a long street. There were tons of trees by my left side, which I get in there, would probably lead me to a forest. On my other side, however, I had the desert. Not even a single leaf was seen. The fresh air didn't connect with the dry weather. And without realizing, I was walking in the water.
I jumped, trying to scape. I was scared as hell, but then, I calm down, and realized that I've been walking on it for almost 30 minutes. I'd have been drowning by now. For some reason, I felt that everything was wrong.
From the moment that trees are on my left side and desert on my right (which, in my opinion, should be otherwise since left is somewhat, the symbol of not so okay things. And I'm not saying that a desert is wrong, but it's so weird). I knew that, by going to one side or another, I was about to lose myself.
Finally, I saw an institute. My high school building. I was literally standing on the water, both dry and wet nature basis on my side, and when I moved forward, it was all gone. Behind me was the street in its original way. People were getting inside the school. There were tons of students.
But they were with uniforms. And it was weird because it wasn't a private school. It was a public one, and in a public one you can even attend naked. I got really curious, so I just keep moving on. But again, no one could really see me.
I saw a woman holding a magazine. It was 2014. But the magazine was completely in Spanish, and then I realized that nobody was speaking English. Now things, as always, got even more weird.
The magazine name was Alta Clase, and for what I could understand, it was talking about new upcoming interior designs, with Alexis Bledel on the cover. Since we were in 2014, it's unlikely that the note about her is focusing on the Gilmore Girls revival.
Anyways, maybe this is a parallel world, again. Maybe here, in England, we speak Spanish, so maybe we are in Spain. I couldn't think of another possibility. But for what I knew, the uniform thing system in Spain is the same as in England. At the end, I'm in an alternate reality so everything is possible.
I noticed that, once again, people do not see me. They can't see me, and I don't know why. I was lucky, tho, because I just seen myself, from 6 years ago. I remember that, by the time I was 12, I was way too tall for people of my same age. But, until now, I still have 1.63 m., making me the shortest of my friends since I haven't grown up in 6 years. Poor me.
The uniform was a V neck shirt, being the neck in gray color and green the rest of the shirt. It has a little logo of the institute in the right part of the chest. And there were 3 combinations with it: classic jeans, grey skirts and gym pants. My little counterpart was wearing jeans.
I saw her hanging around with other 4 girls. But those girls... I have never seen them before, they don't exist in my circle to be honest, but my mini me seems to feel very comfortable around them. She was watching someone, I could tell by her face. The exact same face I do whenever I like someone. For me, that someone has always been Harlow. But Harlow wasn't here, and instead, she was looking at a very tall, cute guy.
Her friends would totally laugh at her. But why, he isn't ugly... He also wasn't looking at her way. Ah, the love. Probably her first love. He was older than her, indeed. He looks like an old guy.
I went closer to her. Even though she was speaking in Spanish, a language that I don't even how to say "hello", I understood her. Maybe is the effect of a parallel world? I don't know.
But she said the words: Me encanta un montón. Y es que el no sabe que existo, y me molesta tanto. Pero es hermoso. Mirenle, ¿no es acaso una belleza? Es tan serio...*
And the worst part is that I knew it was her first love. She confirmed it. Now, it's going to be difficult to get over that. Her friends were asking her why on earth she doesn't talk to him. Like approach him and tell him a simple "hi", but if she is like me, then she'll never do it, and would wait for him to come because she feels too embarrassed.
But where is Harlow in this situation? Does he even exist?
The cheeks of the guy were a little red. White skin, brown hair, the typical brunette. And based on what his friends were calling him, his name was Jorge. George, simple as that.
While the little girl, who is supposed to be me, was still fooling around, I went to what I thought, was the director office.
Luckily, I wasn't wrong, since it was the same in my reality. I looked up for any newspaper, but I couldn't touch anything. Like if I was a ghost. No one could see me and I could touch no thing. Anyways, I tried to look up for something meaningful, but everything was useless. Except for the TV. And the news.
"Así es, Bareiro. Es una lástima, muchas chicas estarán devastadas. Y es que es una banda muy aclamada en estos tiempos. Creo que no hubo banda tan querida como Artz Wrapped." *
I didn't understand much, but that blond woman just said the magical words.
"Es una banda que sobrepasó fronteras, lastimosamente no hubo un cierre de contratos, y bueno. Se canceló. En otra ocasión será. Mientras tanto, las agencias encargadas notificarán los días de reembolso y dónde se llevará a cabo dicho procedimiento. Mucha fuerza, Wrackers. Seguiremos informando."*
What did just happened? Artz Wrapped cancelled their concert? Oh my God, then if Artz Wrapped exists in here... Harlow must be Hayden. Again.
The director, who was watching the news, just giggled. As if it wasn't important.
I went out of the office, just to see how the news has spread very quickly and everyone was with their phones. Boys teasing and annoying girls because of Artz Wrapped and the cancelation, and girls crying or getting angry.
Never thought that Harlow and Anwar would be in a band like this. I looked up to my mini self, and as I thought, she was crying as well.
"¡En serio quería conocerlos! ¡Son mi todo! Y en especial a Hayden. " *
And she cried even harder. But then she'll try to calm down by saying that someday, she'll marry him.
And my eyes got wet.
Even in this life. Even if you are far away and you don't know me, I love you.
-What are you doing here? Still looking for me?
A sweet and familiar voice approach to me.
-Where the fuck have you been? -I said, now really crying while hugging Nirvana.
-I just tried to reach you out. I've been trying it for weeks. And I ended up here. What about you?
-I missed you so much.
-I know- she laughs.
-I was looking for you, but I don't know. I came in my old school, but the only thing that remains the same, besides this building... Is me. Not even my friends are the same, my crush is a total stranger whose face I have never seen. And Harlow... Well, he is...
-Hayden Stabler, I know- she said. -I've been looking for you and crossed some parallel lines. There was one where I was in charge of Artz Wrapped, and you were there, but it wasn't you. It was...
-Oh my God, Vanessa Viccario? A journalist, right?
-Yes! Have you been there too?
-Yes, and I've even talked with your counterpart with the thought of you being her.
-Everything is strange. The most weird thing is that they can't see us- Nirvana said, pointing at the students. -I got lost, and you got lost as well. And the only thing I have found, of everything I need, is you.
-Me too- I said, a little blushed. -You are the only one. Because I can't find my purpose. And besides, I always end up in some twisted universe. In this one, I talk in Spanish. Can you believe it?
Nirvana laughs.
-What if we return home?
I looked at her, deeply.
-Nirvana, where and when is your home? Have you found your daughter?
There was a long moment of silence.
-I couldn't yet found anything. I don't know when or where I belong. But I do know I have a house. Maybe my bracelet knows.
And she rubbed it. But it only took us to Harlow's house. But it wasn't his house at all. I mean, Harlow has some type of a pink door for his bedroom, and we were standing in front of the same pink door. However, the walls were mint green, the color that Anne hates and would never allow to paint her walls in that color, and also, when I looked behind me, there was a long hall, full of paintings. It doesn't exist a hall in Harlow's house, because in front of his bedroom, is Georgia's one.
-So... Can you explain to me?
Nirvana was wildly confused.
-I was wrong, this wasn't really Harlow's house... AND WHAT IF IT IS HAYDEN'S?
Nirvana was surprised. And then we heard steps coming toward us. We were scared as hell, since we could go in jail and I didn't know if this was my line of time or not.
But to our surprise, it was a girl who showed up. She was tall, and had a bright, brown hair. She was so beautiful and... Suddenly, the environment felt comfortable.
-So... Should I just call the police?
She was looking at us with total disbelief. Nirvana could react very fast but I couldn't take my eyes off her. And while Nirvana was telling her the truth (because she knew that the girl wouldn't believe us), I was figuring out whether I like girls or not as well.
-Do you think I would believe this kind of nonsense?-asked the girl, very angry.
She had the phone in her hand, and I was about to rub my necklace when I saw a tall, brunette man.
And then I understood everything: he was me, and my Harlow was that girl.
Parallel world, and even with different sexes we were still together. Pretty savage.
Nirvana could notice the resemblance between that boy and me, and the guy couldn't deny the surprise in his face as well. We were like twins. The girl suddenly realized it too.
-You never told me you had a sister... - she started.
-I have never seen her in my whole life- he said, still looking at me.
-We should really call the cops.
-NO!- I said. - I don't know how we ended up here but we are just going to leave now.
And I grabbed Nirvana and rubbed the necklace.
Translation:
1- " I like him a lot, and he doesn't even know I exist, which annoys so much. But he is so pretty, just look at him. Isn't he gorgeous? He seems to be so serious..."
2- "That's right, Bareiro. It's a shame, many girls will be devastated. And it is a very acclaimed band these days. I think there hasn't been any other band as beloved as Artz Wrapped."
3- "It is a band that crossed borders, unfortunately there was no closing of contracts, and well. It was canceled. Next time will be. Meanwhile, the agencies in charge will notify the days of payback and where the procedure will be carried out. Stay strong, Wrackerz. We will continue to report."
4- "I really wanted to meet them! Especially Hayden!"
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