melancholy.

first chapter

—You are a lovely set of contradictions, he said smiling, playing with her blonde hair while she was lying in his arms.

She was smiling too, but her eyes were closed. Everything was too beautiful to be ruined by those poor views.

They were on a couch, under the sky. An improvised shelter where the homeless guys stayed when they were too busy to walk on streets to search for a better shelter.

—You know, you don't deserve all of this, she said opening her eyes. You deserve so much more.

He sighed, visibly exhausted. Not of her, but exhausted of this life.

—If we would receive what we deserve; this world would be both a better and a worse place.

She sighed too, and then they both shut up. They were so close that their bodies felt glued one of another.

She loved him. She loved him with a love as deep as the ocean. A love that doesn't care about the old clothes Adas wears, a love that doesn't care that he sometimes smells or that he doesn't have something material to offer her. A real type of love.

They met on a crowded street. She wasn't rich, but neither poor. She had everything she wanted, but that's just because she didn't wanted a lot. She was thankful for every little thing she had.

She was studying at a great faculty, dreaming to move in NYC one day and become a famous psychiatrist. She planned her life in every aspect, dreaming of the future every second.

He just wanted a roof over his head. And her. He wanted her. Because he loved her so much that his biggest goal was to become the best version of himself. She motivated him.

—I gotta go, Adas.

She kissed him price of some seconds and then she left, smiling. He was smiling too, but that was just at surface. Just for her. Because inside of him, everything had fallen apart and his heart was broken.

He really didn't know the reasons because he is loved by such a girl.

In his mind, he was only a poor, homeless teenager. In her mind, he was the definition of love, because she loved every single part of him and she adored the things he hated about himself.

"You are young, you can work and make money"

He heard that every single day. But it wasn't that easy, because money come slow and they go so, so fast. He was working everyday where he was accepted, because not everyone would accept a teenager without school to work in their shops.