LOGINThree more minutes passed and slowly my head should just forget this hooded boy. After all, I've managed to do that before. But I wouldn't forget him that day, that much was certain. Because in the next moment I saw a dark figure stepping out from behind the house. I caught my breath. Even if he had hardly changed. The hood still covered his face and he held a black balloon in his right hand. At first I thought he was just here by chance. That he didn't want to see me at all. But then he actually came straight to me. Don't forget to breathe, To breathe! He stopped a few feet in front of me, his gaze averted. Why didn't he say anything? "Thank you for coming," I said. “At first I didn't want to. At least it doesn't work. ”Wow. His voice seemed familiar, but at the same time so strange. "But you've changed your mind," I said. "Yeah, but not for your love, it's for my sake." Okay ... he was kind of strange. Not just because of its looks. "Because I am what I am." “All right. And how are you? ”I asked. “Isn't that obvious?” “Not to me. No. How am I supposed to know how you are when you can't even look at me properly. " Now he turned away from me completely. "I think it would be better if your friend didn't eavesdrop on us." He pointed to the bush. Damn! How did he notice her? Erin rose from hiding, disappointed. “It's good. You got me. ”She quickly wiped the dirt off her clothes. "Are you shy?" Unexpectedly, the hooded boy suddenly started laughing. "That is certainly not the reason." "Well. Then why aren't you looking at me directly?
View MoreWe reached a kind of pool inhabited by frogs, which clearly had too large a forehead. Her croaking sounded pretty normal, however. Maybe an octave too low, but nothing earth-shattering. The grass we had to go through was quite annoying because of their length. Unfortunately for us, they were still razor-sharp, so they cut my skin well. If only I had put on longer clothes ...“Could you perhaps flatten the stalks in front of you more thoroughly? Some of them are still brushing me, ”I informed the hooded boy."I'm sorry, but I don't take any special requests." Somebody was in a bad mood. Was it because he had to see his father right away?“It was just a request ...”“You shouldn't get used to always getting what you want. It may look different in your ideal world, but there are different laws here. ”No one was kidding."Just forget about it," I muttered to myself.In the meantime I had discovered walking on
Still no answer. I looked up with a sigh. Much had changed here. The flower bed to my right was now framed by a self-made fence, with a painted metal bird watching over them. Should that look pretty? Why did we always enjoy going here anyway?The large, wide meadow came together in the middle to form a small elevation. We used to toboggan down there with our sled. Today the edge has been embellished with stones from which wild bushes grow out.My eyes fall on the swing next to me. It is empty. The only thing I see on it is white bird droppings. The ropes are worn out because they have been carrying the swing for a while.When I see the beautiful farmhouse at the back on the left, it ran down my spine. Surely everyone in their childhood had this scary grandma who ran after you after you hit the bell with the frying pan. Well, I still had them in my youth. Not even because we pissed off the woman in this house. Just when we were hanging around laughing on that swi
Suddenly my feet hit sandy ground. Not that comfortable beach floor I've known from countless East Coast vacations. The sand chafed rough on my feet. There could be no question of fine sand here.The huge number of black balloons had burst, except for one, which now gave me a better view of my surroundings. Ahead of us was a body of water bordered by large forests. It was already dark, but that didn't matter as there were oil lamps everywhere that would light our way.The wind around us was too strong. It brought with it a strange smell that reminded me a little of that of new writing paper. But that just didn't fit in this place, the reason my nose had to be wrong."Not that bad here, is it?" The hooded boy asked me after looking around for a while. He was right. The word how I would describe his home would not be bad . "That's how you described it," I reminded him."No. I love the landscapes here, even more than those on earth. That doesn't change the f
I carefully felt for the string. "Now what?" "Now you can look up." I put my head back and then opened my eyes. What I saw there was just amazing. Instead of the one black balloon there was now a whole pile of the sort."Why are the balloons all black?" I asked him in amazement. "Because that's the way I am." "I think a pink balloon or two in between wouldn't hurt." When those words left my lips, we took off."That's funny," he said, but this time without that funny laugh. Although it would have fit his sentence well. "What's funny about that?" "If I didn't hear the opposite in your thoughts, then I could swear that you remember."The masses of black balloons carried us higher and higher into the sky. Now nobody was allowed to burst. He noticed my nervousness and put an arm around me to calm me down. But it was already clear that these weren't normal balloons. Otherwise my hands would not have been able to hold the cord for much longer.....