It´s over

To say that she was stubborn, was to underestimate how much she worked to do what she wanted.

They had been talking for months about the party they were celebrating that weekend. Leire worked so hard to be sure that everything was perfect. Her big green eyes checked every single detail.

The guests arrived early but she, still in pyjamas, jumped around everyone smiling and charming them with her curly hair.

It was two hours after, when the music was loud and the glasses were being filled and emptied at the same pace, when the laughs were mixed with the smoke from the barbeque, that Leire stopped in the middle of the balcony and stood quiet with a serious face.

-It´s over, I have to buy it now. Next Thursday... I need it.

And so on she took her jacket and left the house. No one was able to stop her, neither understand what was happening.

Leire walked around the empty streets, without hesitation in her steps and going nowhere. It had been beautiful days, but now she could just walk unable to recognise the city she was living in.

By the time she got back to the party, she had already decided that had to move again and that it was the best party she was ever at.