Ikan's room was bathed in peaceful darkness.
Sitting in the center of the room, legs crossed in a butterfly position, back straight, he breathed slowly, deeply.
His eyes were closed.
With each breath, the air vibrated slightly.
With each exhale, the objects around him rose.
Books floated near the shelves, a chair swayed gently, a few items of clothing spun slowly as if caught in an invisible current. Everything was perfectly controlled, suspended in a fragile balance.
There was a knock at the door.
- Who is it ? Ikan asked without moving, his voice calm.
—It's Miria.
Without opening his eyes, without moving a muscle, Ikan imperceptibly extended his will.
The handle turned on its own.
The door opened.
Miria entered... and stopped abruptly.
— Well...
She observed the levitating objects, mouth half open.
"Well, you're really not a prince for nothing.
Ikan gave an embarrassed smile, still motionless.
—Thank you...
The objects continued to float, as if breathing with him.
Miria approached, more serious.
— Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?
A silence.
"Honestly… no," he replied softly.
— It's none of my business if her boyfriend makes fun of her or uses her for his needs.
He paused.
—It's his life. Not mine.
Miria crossed her arms.
— Come on, Ikan, stop acting indifferent.
She stared at him.
"You're attracted to her, aren't you?"
Ikan exhaled slowly.
His eyes opened.
At the same time, all the objects fell to the ground with a dull crash.
— She doesn't interest me.
Miria rolled her eyes.
— Oh, pity.
— Go tell your mother that, you're not doing it to me.
Ikan got up and went to sit on his bed, his eyes shifting.
— I could have found better... right?