After a half-time, I'm ready. I'm going to go check on Nadia, she's asleep. I approached her face, her breath barely discerns weakened, faint. I fixed the covers on her calmly and went to their living room.I take the <thing> out of my bag and with a heavy heart I part with it.

I reach out my hand and take another book of the fire arrows this time bigger. <<Rage>>. I opened the front page and oh. Yes! It's just as addictive! I took it with me and allegedly almost with the comfort of an owner in the apartment, proceeded to Nadia's room where I sat opposite her in a chair.I let myself get lost in the pages, the writer was wonderful. I think I found my new passion, the fire arrows.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Nadia: You didn't leave!

I turned my attention to her, she was up and looking at me with half-closed eyes. Her hair was upset.

Erica: Of course I didn't leave after you asked me not to.

Nadia: Thank you so much, you're a real friend.

Without being able to tell if her mood had changed since before, I noticed her taking a change of clothes from the closet behind me and disappearing into the bathroom. I've been sitting here about five hours!The clock across from me shows me it's 4:00 p.m.

I have 54 pages left to end the rage, I just loved this book. She comes back awake and refreshed, looks relieved but not yet fully cheerful.She locks her gaze in mine, her eyes swollen as always.

Nadia: It's four, huh? My dad's not here yet. Funny, he promised to bring us lunch

My gaze explores her indiscriminately.

Nadia: I'm fine now. I rested and gathered the strength I need to deal with it. I'm sorry about my outburst before... I'm going to call my father, I'm really starving!

I wasn't entirely convinced, but I didn't want to push her, so I went back to reading Rage. He really had a very special point of view. You don't know if the writer is the one who recounts his views or uses a character.There are keys in the door.

Nadia: Erica, come on, my father's here!

I left the book upside down in the chair and went to their kitchen. Mr. Jason was holding a big box of pizza.

Jason: Thank you for taking such good care of Nadia Erica. Come on, this pizza is all yours, I ate  something small on the way.

Nadia opened the box and used the napkins in her hands as protective covers from the red sauce. I'm doing the same thing, the pizza's warm, it looks like he just got it from the store, which I congratulated him on, it's delicious!

Mr. Jason talked to us a little bit about this and that and then leaves us alone while he goes to watch some TV in the living room. Since I've met her, I've felt the quality of my life change significantly.She's the one who keeps thanking me or saying sorry when in fact I feel like I owe her a lot for what she's done for me.

She's a kind-hearted girl who, unfortunately, was found in a lot of trouble.The pizza disappears into our stomachs and the box stays empty. We threw the napkins and Nadia crumpled the box to fit it in the bin next to them.

Nadia: Let's go to my room now, don't forget we have a major transformation to make!