Dala is walking alone right now.
Different story, another chapter.
She left him, she erased him.
Dante is dead.
Dala stops in front of her house.
She lights on her third cigarette and walks in.
She walks upstairs, to her room.
And here she goes.
She sits on her bed and looks outside her window.
17:34 PM, the sun is going down.
She keeps asking herself a simple question,
"Why you hide her?".
Andes may not read this but,
She keeps asking, asking and asking.
She wants to read Andes,
A boy who gives her a hundred of questions to reveal.
She keeps guessing.
Does he know his own condition?
Does he know that I'm questioning him?
Does he realize that I am here and alive?
Dala knows everything.
She's good at reading and hearing.
She always listen and pay attention for what she did,
Though she didnt do anything.
She lights on her fourth cigarette.
She walks towards the window.
The sky turns dark, but she can see the stars.
She sees Andes, she sees nothing.
She wont walk away.
She needs answers.
She closes her eyes.
"Hey, we started nothing".