I'm not going to give up.

I'm not going to give up.

While Rafael was arranging his work, that is, his thesis, his supervisor who would receive his work was in a bad mood in his office, and at that moment the door rang.

It was Rafael, he had walked from the library to his office, before leaving he sent the thesis in the mail, making sure that he can read it, he was nervous, it was his first thesis, his research of 4 years, he wanted to know if his research would achieve his graduation.

Rafael looked at that door, the desire to deliver this work, in his heart did not stop beating strongly, his emotion did not stop him from waiting and he hit the door.

Supervisor: "please come in and close the door" with a thick and impatient voice sounded from inside.

Rafel then touched that handle that was on the gray door, he turned it, Rafael entered that office.

Rafael: "with his permission" the voice trembled a little, unsure of his future, but he knew that sooner or later he would have this moment, he took a deep breath and exhaled.

Rafael looked at the office, it was quiet, not very luxurious, it gave a cozy feeling, it was full of landscape paintings, a small table, two armchairs, four chairs, properly distributed, also in the deep part of this office was the supervisor of thesis.

He was frowning his face, he looked grumpy, he was wearing a suit with a tie, the color of the suit was black, his skin was dark brown, he didn't look too old, you can tell he played sports and kept his health, his eyes dark brown stared erratically at the table, searching for something, his forehead dripping with sweat from the sight of it can be induced that he was not only impatient, but worried, annoyed even stressed, his hair somewhat messy.

supervisor: "what do you need to talk about, I'm a little impatient and busy I hope it's quick" he said it again in the impatient tone of voice, faster, with a feeling that, if it's not something important, it could exploit those repressed emotions at any moment, and although he said it, he didn't raise his face, to look into his eyes, ignoring any existence in this space that could be called an office.

Rafael: "excuse me supervisor, I'm sorry to bother you at this time, I introduce myself, I am a student of the last semester of the history and anthropology course, my arrival at this place was to wait to ask if you can confirm the arrival of my thesis in your email where it was indicated that I would deliver, I also brought my thesis in physics, to avoid the risks, I hope you forgive me for bothering you" he said with a voice that tried to explain, Rafael did not know why the supervisor was like this, but he did not care, I came to succeed, deliver , that they review it, so that they can confirm their approval later to graduate, study for 5 years, make an effort since almost only 1 percent of those who enter make it, this is like against the current of the river, if you do not advance you go back .

Supervisor:" I see, then leave it on my desk, to see if it can happen, also for a while I will confirm the arrival of your work in the mail, then you can withdraw and sorry for what happened before, you must know that in this season there are always big problems with everything, "this time the voice sounded a bit relaxed, he finally said it with a sigh, he raised his head, his eyes seemed a bit tired, with his right hand he rubbed his forehead.

Rafael handed him the thesis on the desk waiting for his response, while he took steps back approaching the door after he received it.

The very professional supervisor looks for some glasses, picks up the thesis, reads a little, looks surprised at the title "the law of imperial decay" before he was trying to calm down he couldn't burst at this time and then said with a voice full of helplessness, ridiculous, and anger.

supervisor: "are you kidding me, or are you playing with me, who do you think you are, the law of imperial decay is ridiculous, even false, there is no real research, even experimentation, you only write to write, I do not accept it, it is rejected don't forget that you only have one last chance and pick up this pile of leaves jum" he said with a voice full of persuasives, gesturing with his hand, after leaving the thesis on the desk, he was fed up with the previous problems now A young man comes who delivers something that makes absolutely no sense at all.

Rafael: "But, like this, this is unfair. I've been doing this job for 4 years, investigating, asking, I know you're stressed, but this is my life's work, can't you at least read it?"

supervisor: "please leave, I know how you feel, but those are the rules, it is better that you leave, unless you want to lose your last chance"

Rafael:" but, Hahn, it's fine, but I have his memory, I will not give up on this subject"

supervisor: "hum"

Disappointed Rafael leaves, thinking what his parents would say, sad and thoughtful he arrives at the library door, he was fighting, looking at him with a smile that was gradually fading, while looking at this boy who a few minutes ago was energetic, happy, and with an expression on his face that would accomplish anything.

Lidia:" what happened boy."

Rafael: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lidia, the truth is that they rejected me, so see you"

Rafael runs away as tears come out of his eye, and Lidia couldn't say a few words to comfort him.

Lidia: "Life is easy for us boy." As she withdrew with a long sigh.

While Rafael was leaving the university on his way to his apartment somewhere in this city, on the way there was a witch shop and next to it, there was a store that sold electrical appliances, what a curious and interesting sight, while Rafael walks in that place , on the road with some geckos a truck passes, the driver was with his cell phone, distracted the car ran into a gecko, causing a sudden movement of the car, directly where Rafael was, he collided between where these stores are connected.

Rafael hears loud noises, but he does not notice, he was sad and distracted, then he feels a pain that makes him wake up from his trance, and he realizes that he has been run over, then he feels cold, his blurred gaze approaching the darkness, already he doesn't feel anything, and only thinks about resting, lamenting his life and how naive he was, he didn't manage to graduate, so that his parents feel proud, none of that matters anymore, the darkness covers him.