For a long time, another story from me, hope you like the first Kapi =)


Preface
How did I get here? The answer was easy to answer, but why I got here, this question was not so easy to answer. In any case, I was waiting for the end of all things, because it would have to come at some point, even for a vampire like me.




"An end with horror is better than a horror without end", of course, whoever believes.

It was spring, probably the best time of the year, except for summer. Everyone was happy, laughed, chatted and spread the best spring fever. How that pissed me off. I have nothing against spring and summer, but this time it was the worst possible time for people to spread love. I was just separated, for two months now and in the deepest mood since my life. I would have loved to crawl into a deep, dark, black hole so that I could never get out, but no, my girlfriend said I had to be around people.
"Cloudi, you have to forget him, other mothers also have very beautiful sons," she said without a break. Annoyed, I tried to put my ears on draft and stared holes in the air, trying not to see the couples around us. I sank more and more often into my own thoughts and did not notice what was happening around me, nor did Jennifer glare at me for a good 5 minutes in the hope that I would pay more attention to her. "Cloudi are you even listening to me?" she asked, anger barely suppressed in her voice. No, I didn't listen, that was just the point, she kept talking about my stupid situation and that I shouldn't be so depressed. However, it struck me as a bit strange that I didn't even react to my hated nickname Cloudi, had I been in my normal state, I would have pointed out to Jennifer that my name was Cloudia, and not Cloudi. But what did it matter now, after I lost contact with the most important people in the entire cosmos. So I sulked in my compassion and neglected everything, my friends, my family, the school, just everything. Until that day.
It was Monday, my most hated day for this semester, not because who would have been so exhausting, no, on the contrary, it was much too easy. It started with the fact that I had the first three hours off, which is exactly what I avoided having, because free hours meant free time to think, which I absolutely had to avoid in order not to burst into tears and close the world with my heartache drown. So I was piling up so many tasks more and more often that I was busy with work around the clock, and preferably late into the night. Sleeping time was my biggest problem because I didn't spend a minute of it without nightmares.So it was not surprising that I woke up from my sleep screaming every night. To prevent these nightmares, or rather to delay them as long as possible, I worked on my homework and presentations as late as I could. My grades were improving rapidly, and both my parents and my teachers were very proud of me for simply not looking behind my facade. For her I played the nice, bright and happy girl, and thus locked my true self, my feelings and emotions, yes, my whole self, behind a thick wall. Only my friends saw through my acting. But on that particular Monday, my entire life changed.
A new family came into town, which in itself did not seem so significant, but this family was different, how different I was soon to find out. The three youngest brothers in the family, a total of 5 siblings and the two parents, came into my class. What made them stand out was their special beauty and their special intelligence. Already in the first lesson in biology I noticed immediately that the three were far superior to the others. The most intelligent and in my eyes the most beautiful of the three, was probably the youngest of them. He had styled, black, tousled hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. His eyes were reminiscent of dark blue sapphires with a small whiff of gold dust in them. The greatest luck, or rather bad luck, was that he was sitting right next to me in biology. Luck because it was so indescribably delicious, bad luck because, without noticing it, it claimed all of my attention. You just couldn't look away. So I did not notice either that Ms. Leopard was asking me the same question for the third time and I did not answer it because I was mentally absent. It wasn't until my friend nudged me from behind and whispered my name that I came to. I stared at Mrs. Leopard like a car, who then put the question to me again. "How many chromosomes does a human body have", if I had been mentally up-to-date, I could have answered this question in my sleep, but it just didn't make any sense. Suddenly the boy next to me came to my aid. "46 chromosomes, so 2n = 23 times 2", he whispered to me, so that I could hardly understand him, let alone the teacher. With a blushing head I answered the question and hissed back to the new guy "I can answer that myself, Mister nine times wise". Contrary to what I thought, he was not offended but amused by my reaction. What a lovely smile he had, one that would cast a spell on any girl. This made me even more angry and I turned away from him as far as I could, offended. This made him chuckle, which made it clear how much he was amused by me.That was a really bad feeling and I got the feeling as if everyone was staring at me to start laughing at any moment. Fortunately, the school bell rang at that very moment and I was able to pack my things and storm out of the classroom faster than the police would allow. This stupid guy had managed to completely tear down my already very battered self-confidence in just 5 minutes. I was close to tears. So I didn't notice he was following me, I bit down and felt his hand on my right shoulder. “Hey, wait a minute and stand still, what's the matter with you?” He turned me around with light pressure. A strand of hair in his face and he looked at me with uncertain eyes. A quiet tear ran down my cheek, as it always did when I was angry or deeply struck. Tenderly, he put a finger to my cheek and caught my tear. "I don't like it when women cry, especially when I am the cause of such sadness," and my sadness was actually reflected on his face. However, I couldn't understand his sudden change of feeling. "Can I help you to cheer yourself up somehow? Because I am very sorry to cause you such distress." I slowly shook my head. No, he couldn't help me, nobody really could, except for one person, maybe, but that person was indispensable. So I slowly shook my head, causing another tear to run down my cheek. He also caught this skillfully with his finger. And then what happened that I never thought would come. All my faithful, my anger and my despair broke out of me and I began to sob uncontrollably. My legs gave out under me, but he caught me and let me slide gently onto the floor. He hugged me with one hand and rummaged around in his pocket with the other and took out a pack of handkerchiefs, but I only noticed this marginally. So I didn't even notice that I pressed my face against his torso and soaked his t-shirt with my tears. He gently put his left hand around me and held out a handkerchief with his other hand. He whispered soothing words softly in my ear, like a small child who had had a terrible nightmare. I allowed him to no longer suppress the pain any longer. For too long it had eaten its way into my soul like maggots. So we both sat for half an hour in the deserted hallway, the now empty school, but he didn't wipe my side and didn't seem to get tired of defying my stream of tears and my heart-rending sobs by continuing to look good to me persuaded and dried my tears with a flow of handkerchiefs that could not be dried up.
At some point, however, my stream of tears dried up.I slowly wiped away the last tears with the back of my hand and looked around the hallway, slightly confused. It was getting dark, so it had taken longer to conquer my tears and my pain, at least to the extent that I passed through as a person again than I had thought. Slightly ashamed, I shied away from my counterpart in the face, now I remember his name again, Ciro. The name really suited him, he was the sun, my life-saving sun, that's how it seemed to me. "I am sorry that you had to experience me in such a state, otherwise I am happier and more stable", but he just looked at me in amazement with his blue eyes. This circumstance made me try to get out of this uncomfortable situation without ending up as a weirdo. But Ciro just shook his head and looked at me more skeptically and slightly annoyed than convinced. So I got more and more confused in my torrent of words and began to stutter more and more often, as I hated it. Whenever I got too nervous I would stutter, eventually giving up my attempt and being silent. But the silence that was now spreading was worse than better. After all, Ciro was the one who broke the silence. "So you believe that you are fine, and that I in particular will buy it from you? Any blind person with a cane will immediately recognize what is wrong with you. You have heartache of the worst kind and YOU say YOU are OK? That I'm not laughing! ”At that I could only stare at him like a car. We didn't even know each other, and he should know everything about me, my health, the state of my soul? A little hope spread, but I quickly suppressed this feeling again. It just wasn't healthy for me and it was silly to think someone could know someone else so well so quickly, after all, I wasn't into a fairy tale. Ciro must have recognized my rapidly changing emotions on my face because he carefully took my face between his two hands. "I understand very well what is bothering you, but a person can only be helped if he recognizes his problems and allows himself to be helped. You must not block people any longer, otherwise you will slowly continue to destroy yourself and what does this bring "It doesn't bring HIM back, whoever he is". "You don't understand anything," I shouted at him, tears