Hope (S1 Ep.11-12)

I love the smell of the morning, it is, somewhat, liberator. While I walk the street, toward the bus stop, hear the birds, feel this morning freshness, it really is so good. And even more, today, because the hope of seeing him again was holding on to me, along with these butterflies in my stomach.

The fixation of someone’s image, who I had never seen before was investigating my sense of intrigue. See him was just a part of my desire. Know what similarities might have between the imaginary and the reality was the other part and this encouraged the need to meet him.

By the school’s hall, I wandered between classes. Nothing!

At lunchtime, my eyes roamed around the cafeteria, without success. "Would be the parent of a student. No! Please don't be!"

Joan: Are you alright, Rose? You seem spaced out.

Rose: I was just thinking about what happened yesterday.

Joan: The important is that they are better! And Kat? Is all well with him?

Rose: Yes, it is. He was sleeping when I left. - Yesterday she left the hospital, today "the important is that they are better." "Who are you, Joan?!" "And why is she asking about Kat?" My thoughts, which were concentrated in yesterday morning, turned completely to her. - When we get out of school let’s make a visit to girls, okay?

Joan: Of course! Mario left me a message yesterday. He was so sweet.

Rose: Yes, he was. He sent to me too.

Mario was complete and irrevocably in love with Dianne. He left the hospital at dawn, obligated and only after making sure that Dianne was fine. With this in mind, the idea of this love and dedication, seeing him was a necessity. "Mikhael, my Prince, where you?!"

Rose: Well, I'm off to the library. Are you coming?

Joan: Yes!

We took our trays from the table to the carbarn and, before leaving the cafeteria, I wandered the look in search of his face, with a last hope of seeing him there...

Joan: Where are you going?

Rose: W ego upstairs next to the office. I need to go to the toilet.

Joan: You have one at the end of the hallway

Rose: I'd rather go to those ahead and it's on the way.

Joan: All right. - Didn't seem satisfied with my intention.

To my eyes the Joan was different, was no longer the sweet girl, a friend of her friend who I knew so well. The words of Elizabeth gained strength and truth, to each of Joan’s contrariety.

I had the remaining time of the lunch hour to see him, before the last class. The idea of pass by the teachers’ room, it came to me as a call of hope that he could around there.

We went through the first floor outside garden, in through the glass door, next to the teachers' room, I glanced in it direction, but seemed empty.

Joan: I wait out here.

Rose: Okay. I won't be long.

A second after I walked through the door of the toilet, Joan heard a voice calling for her...

Seth: “Joan…”