It was a regular night for everyone except for him, It looks like he was passing long hours bleak in the night thinking and wondering why he was feeling in that way, but in that moment he remember that I was only a 5 blocks walking from the store to his house, only 5 blocks under the raining night that led to the monotony of his life. He was in front his house’s door again; the only difference of that night was the blend of the raining drops and the tears that shed for his lost love. However he gets in and cooked the same dinner for every night to spend another night in the wilderness that had so overwhelmed. And he took one of his favorite books to read it again with the hope that it’ll help him to remember the persons that he used to be, to remember the simple happiness of see another day.

The hours go and the open book pass his pages like it was the wind itself that was reading the book; you could say that it was not reading that but the recital of the novel itself embodied by a soul in distress, looking the comfort where we know that there is only a hollow. It’s usually that in this times the time stops for one but accelerate for everyone else; and so like that, the hours passed and he into his literary world looking for himself. The only thing that he doesn’t know was that is that night he wouldn’t be alone, despite that always fell in that way, despite he couldn’t see anyone or anything. As the book’s pages go one from other, in the house a little an intruder gets in without any problem, it was one of those beings that told us and we think that only live in the fairy tales, those that doesn’t have a definitive shape, it was small, playful, and he was calling for the sadness that was emanated and around the man.

With the midnight over them and the last pages of the book at its end, it was the expected time for the small being and the frustrated one for the man; where he prepare oneself to surrender before Morpheus’s dust and his desires, with the hope that tomorrow everything will change. The man was available all the arrangements to spend good night, and not thinking about what he was doing, the memory of his muscles and inertia do all the work, and that was how the man lay down and the little elf gave vent to their plans. While the man was felting sleep, the elf was getting out of his package a weird case, and he just laughed as he pulled out and dusted off an old violin this somewhat battered. As he same as the wind with a charming naturalness he started to play the violin, he was mixing the sweet tones like the honey and creepy like the nightmares, that melody don’t latest into get full all the room and then the house, surrounding the man in his restlessness and hugs him to reach where no person has long had be, his heart.

It seems like it was many years ago since the man hear a melody again, he was already deep into his sleep and ramble all over the bed, while he little elf saw him and keeps playing the violin, it looks that it was his joy, he strand up, he sit down, walked and danced all with the rhythm of his music, and occasionally he began to observe the case and then the man returned to the box and get a smile. The violin music coming increasingly and took the form of feelings , but not Elf’s but of man, and seem to be absorbed by him, not knowing that that night would have regained the dream that I could remember forever.  Inside the man’s dream all was a dense mist, but at the background he could hear a music so beautiful, so weird that looks that it can get out all the man’s feelings, a music that could open the padlock that holds the imprisoned feelings and emotions by the man.

As the same as the music, the mist began to took a form, and every moment more it looks like the old city where he used to live a long time ago, but this seems to be desolated, with a mystery air. He began to walk around the city, remembering all his past and coming into the corner from an old park, where he remember his happiness and remember her. Still with the music ant the desolated city around him, he began to run with the hope to see her again, with the fantasy of holding her with his arms one more time but everything vanish at the time that he realized the park was all alone. Again all by his own, he walked all the park and then he sit down on a bench where they used to be all the morning together. Now breathless he decide to stand up, refit and keep going on, without a place and a destiny, Continuous progress to see the whole city, but gradually all feelings were going, the music was disappearing until a faint sound, and was popping the feeling of being persecuted and with this, the fear. He began to run around all the city, escaping from it looks, his own feelings until came to the point of trip over and felt into the ground, without any strength to stand up, it only remains to see the sky and the mist that were over him and his dreams, and gradually it was becoming one with the city, was transformed into something sinister out of dreams and nightmares of some others, was transformed into the shape of the shadows.

Time passed, and now with his new form and again passed through the city achieving its new monotony; the elf’s song was coming to his end and the man’s conscious was returning back and waking up. He gets to meet his two great fears and gradually was becoming them, loneliness and nothingness. In that moment where anything else can feel, may be crazy but it was true for him, a state without fear, without frustration, hopeless, joyless, loveless; rambled like other spirits in their dreams again and again through the empty streets that once were full of joy with his loved one. and as expected the cruel fate twists that puts one into incoherent  situations, he found himself facing his memories, without thinking and without knowing the reasons, delved into his old house full of traps called memories and relived every moment, every second, every joy, every fight and the game within it, until finally found what he craved, he found her.

Being and simultaneously without being, they hugged, that hug that has no physical need, but emotional fulfillment, they gave each other the forgotten hugs and see their faces one more time; and noting how the music turned off and reached her last notes, she pointed her old desk where he was a violin case open and the next moment she disappeared along with shadows and the old city. In jump he get up, agitated and confused quickly picked up the first paper and pencil next to him and began to write this story, this dream that makes him to remember her an the happiness of living without care the battered roads, to enjoy each one of his feeling, the happiness, the fears, the pain, the hopes and over all the thing to enjoy a second love, not a specific love that blinded us to find it like mad without goals, but a love that we can found from the affection of the people around us, from the more simple look giving it with affect next to cozy hug. Happy for his memory present in his mind, in the paper and his feelings, he turn around to see the incoming sun of each day that illuminates a new way going out of his window, and he noticed how the sun’s light makes the shape of a weird object in the room, he saw the shadow of an old memory, he could saw the old violin’s case that belongs to his loved one, somewhat battered but it was the same, only this was missing the violin and in his place was a piece of paper with handwriting which read: I know that your pain has been strong, but no for that you must surrender to the life and his joys and sorrows that can give to you, every day could be harder than others, but for that is for what we grow up and make us what we are today; we had never meet and we wouldn’t but your feelings are what brings me here, to be beside you tonight and makes you remember what she gives you, I hope that you remember all this night and whit my melody don’t forget. Remember being beside her, that her feeling brings me here too, I took the violin for souvenir and with the case, the dream, this note, the memory of this night and your feeling you will remain and the joy and happiness of all that. Att: your old and new friend, the elf.