Just like spring.
It was the same day, yet again. Not exactly the same date, but it would surely be the same routine she had to deal with. Wake up, get up, check her phone, do laundry, eat, wash dishes, say `Good morning` in a cheery mood. Her friends were always the cheeriest possible - and she tried not to be too gloomy close to them -, laughing, making noise from 9 am to midnight, and even a little bit more after that - yet she was a bit more reserved.
`Are you okay?`, They`d ask.
`Always`, she`d answer.
She then got changed, walked the same 30 minutes to school, had classes, went to the gym, came back, took a shower, cooked, studied, laid in bed, and finally slept. When she opened her eyes, it would be the start of another day.
Her smile would get a little bit smaller every day, but she didn`t really mind it.
Sometimes she liked to compare her constant switch of humor with how easily the weather changed in Portugal`s spring days. Sometimes days were warm, bright, enough for her to wear shorts and a comfortable shirt. Some other days it was unbearably hot. Then the following day would be rainy, or maybe sunny but cold anyway. She felt like the personification of spring. Not constant enough to be summer, not distant enough to be winter.
She didn`t mean to push her friends away, no. She had a beautiful, warm smile that could light up the darkest days of others. Yet she did not find her source of personal light, and that sometimes made her a bit less happy as everyone else. Woke up, got up, checked her phone. Sighed. Took a deep breath. Did laundry. Sighed. She didn`t feel hungry that day.
Class was as boring as ever - and that day wasn`t exactly the warmest she`d experienced. She walked home after a while. 30 minutes walking, as the usual walk would be. When she got to her room, she scented something bittersweet, but still seemingly tasty. Opening the kitchen doors, her friends were all together, cooking.
`Want to eat together tonight? We`re making pasta!`
She smiled. `Sure!`
Just like in spring, there were sunny days, too. Even if it was a bit cold sometimes.
She`d be okay.
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