5- Omg Patrick, kiss me hard
Upon arriving at the restaurant at the exact time, the elevator "ding" sounded and I stepped out, nervous, making my usual Manolo Blahnik heel noise that I had always dreamed of buying until Dasy finally gave them to me for my birthday. Dasy always understood my whims and my love for clothes without judging it negatively, despite her extraordinary simplicity in dressing. That was something that I loved about her: her simplicity, it was almost a symbol of tender modesty in her, as well as empathy towards the desires and needs of others. I walked among the chairs and tables of people, trying to avoid looking at their plates of food or bumping into their backs, as I always found that to be in poor taste. But I always chose the most crowded path with obstacles, dazzling with my natural clumsiness. I spotted Dasy and made my way to her. I loved that restaurant, the curtains, and the dim vintage lighting. It was small and gave a sense of intimacy. I smiled upon seeing purple flowers on the centerpiece, but above all, seeing her sitting in my favorite restaurant filled me with pride and fortune.
"Nice heels, my baby" Patrick said, smiling with that million-dollar smile. "You look beautiful as always, my love." He adds.
He looked at me with joy, but this time there was something more in that precious face, which looked even more stunning freshly washed in the mornings. She was nervous.
"How was your day?" I whispered, kissing her cheek with a slight blush on my face. When I kissed her, I felt a pleasant tingling on my skin that spread to my chin and made my lips lightly shimmer in silver and frost colors. I took my seat across from her.
"Amazing," she said, looking at me intently causing me to take a sip of water to avoid getting dizzy from the intensity of her eyes. Her hair, usually brown, shimmered in a bronze tone that evening, as if it had stardust on top of her head. At that moment, the waiter brought us dinner. Dasy took the trouble of ordering for me. She always did, and that display of control over me that I found annoying in other people, I found fascinating in her.
"They offered me a position in the Orchestra," she finally announced.
"Teaching?" I asked, wide-eyed in surprise.
"Conducting. They hired me as the director of the Orchestra, opening a new branch," she added with a happy look. "And besides that, of course, I'll be able to compose afterwards. In the meantime, Bicho… I'll continue teaching at the music school in Sevilla, so as not to lose the job I have here in Barcelona with the children. I'll continue giving lessons to develop my pedagogy," she assured, sweetness in her voice. "The children loved listening to me," she said proudly. She looked at me with energy, caressing me with her warm, loving eyes. But all I could understand from all of that was "I'll continue teaching at the music school in Sevilla" and "so as not to lose the job I have here in Barcelona." My heart stopped before I could associate and make sense of her words.
"You're planning on moving from New York " I said in a tone of anguish, devoid of any happiness.
"Darling," Dasy looked at me so seriously that I felt like I was sinking a thousand meters below the restaurant floor. "It's the Royal Symphony Orchestra of Los Angeles. Not only will I be able to teach, but I'll have the opportunity to collaborate with artists dedicated to music, just like me. It's very different from teaching a group of children." "Oh my God, Dasy is going to leave me, she's going to go," I thought, unable to hide my expression of terror.
"Sevilla?" I repeated slowly. "And when were you planning on telling me?" I asked, trying to focus on my breathing.
"I'm telling you now, Bicho," Dasy's face filled with solemnity. Her hair lost some of its shine.
"Omg Patrick" Just kiss me hard, I don´t want to fight with you.
"I planned this dinner, Dasy, it doesn't count. Damn it," I said reproachfully. She became sad, I knew because her skin stopped glowing, and she lowered her gaze angrily to her plate of food. My heart instantly crumbled, and I took her hand. I felt a slight tingling spread through my fingers, and my nails turned a sky blue as I intertwined my fingers with hers. I looked at her in silence and after a while I asked, "What's going to happen to us if you go to Sevilla? I can't go. My work… my family and my friends…"
"My parents are in Sevilla, my love. Don't you think it's important for me to have them close to me as well?" she asked, looking at me with a seriousness that stopped my heart.
"Of course, but your parents are together. They have each other. Don't you think we should also be able to be together?" I asked, knowing that I had just asked one of those questions where I didn't want to hear the answer.
Oh yes, here was where I feared getting involved. Dasy never included me in her plans when it came to choosing between her parents, no matter the reason. The conversation was brief but intense, just like the reconciliatory sex that night. Apparently, I would always be last on the priority list because adorable and unconditional Anastasia would never leave her side; the love was too intense.
In short, Dasy and I had arrived separately on Earth. We spent several years until we found each other in this world. And probably the days, weeks, and centuries passed for two shooting stars to meet in other lives; but I am not certain about that. Shooting stars are not allowed to remember their past lives. I didn't know how many lives I had reincarnated. No soul that persists in human existence can know that because it would then lose the learning process. Only through astrology and the karma nodes could I discover some things about Dasy's past life and mine.