And then the lake asked me : "Why do you go away? Why do you leave me?"
I took my time before to give an answer. I watched my city giving the best of herself for our farewell.
"I do it because I trust my life, the events and because nothing and no one stops me from doing it."
"Do you leave me for him?"
"Are you jealous of him?""Don't be stupid. I'm a lake, I can't be jealous."
"Sorry, you're right. For a moment I would have loved to know that you were jealous... it could have changed my mind..."
"You didn't answer. Are you doing all this for him?"
"No. I'm not crazy. I know I can't do it for him. I do it because I must go on."
"Is it true?"
"Half of the truth."
Then we just stayed like that for a while, one in front of the other one, in silence.
"I'm going to miss you" I said "and I know you are just a lake and you can't miss me, but I will."
"I don't know how it could feel exactly missing something, but if it's like watching an old picture in which you are with someone that you don't see since a long time and to understand a certain kind of beauty in it... well... then I'm going to miss you too."
I cried.
For all that wonderful scenario.
For each detail.
For that perfection.
So bright, so fresh, so clean.
I felt incredibly lucky for the chance I had to spend so many years in such enchanted place.
Then a black lonely dog passed in front of me.
It was time to go.
I took my backpack and I followed him.
He brought me to the city and he disappeared somewhere through the buildings.
Sometimes I hear a voice that says : HE COULD HAVE STOPPED YOU.
It's difficult to recognise who is speaking.
Some day I'm sure it's the lake, but some other day I think it could also be my voice.
In any case I try to ignore it.
Whatever he could have done, he didn't.
AND THIS IS IT.