Losing at chess game.
Three days ago, while I was going to work, I received a call I hoped I never ever did. It was a friend of mine, asking if I knew something about what happened. What the fuck happened? I was already quivering. She never calls, only in case of emergency and that was it. “Eleonora had a car accident this morning, she died.” Everything fell apart. Eleonora was one of my friends. We met each other six years ago, in high school. She was my very first deskmate. I clearly remember that moment: a little, shy, scared me was sitting in silence in a desk in the middle of the class. Everyone at the back was talking, saying jokes and socializing. Not me. She walked into the class with large pants, a very colorful shirt, white and pink glasses and too many rings on her hands. Her taste in fashion was so questionable you have no idea. She looked at me for a couple of seconds and then she asked if she could sit next to me. I nodded my head yes. She had the weirdest acce...