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He blinked twice before realizing he had dozed off while looking at the clouds over the rooftop, leaning against the skylight windows. There was someone standing a few meters away from him next to the water deposit. It was a tall woman, her long blonde hair floating around her. When she turned around, he stood up so quickly his legs almost gave up under his own weight, they were numb after being in such uncomfortable position for a couple of hours. She smiled while walking towards where he was, gracefully kneeled in front of him, looking straight into his green eyes, hers were a deep blue, like the ocean. He could see so many things there, almost like if they told a story. A story of a future he wanted to know so badly, he slowly lifted his hand to touch her face, to know if she was real or if it was just a dream, but the woman had already raised her hand touching his.

He opened his eyes, the warm wind of the spring afternoon playing with his hair. He closed them trying to recover the dream, to touch her hand again, but it was useless. Still, deep inside his heart he knew he will eventually meet her another time. He just had to make the right decisions.

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Pestañeó un par de veces antes de comprender que se había quedado dormido mientras miraba las nubes sobre el tejado, reclinado contra las ventanas del tragaluz. Había alguien parado a algunos metros de él a un lado del depósito de agua. Era una mujer alta, su largo pelo rubio flotando a su alrededor. Cuando ella volteó, él se paró tan rápido que sus piernas casi se vencieron bajo su propio peso, estaban dormidas después de estar en tan incómoda posición por un par de horas. Ella sonrío mientras caminaba hacia donde él estaba, arrodillándose elegantemente frente a él, mirando en lo insondable de sus ojos verdes, los de ella de un azul profundo, como el océano. Podía mirar tantas cosas en ellos, casi como si quisiesen contar una historia. Una historia de un futuro que ansiaba tanto conocer, lentamente alzó su mano para tocar su cara, para saber si ella era real o si era tan sólo un sueño, pero la mujer ya había levantado su mano tocando la de él.

Abrió los ojos, el cálido viento de la tarde de primavera jugando con su pelo. Volvió a cerrarlos tratando de recuperar el sueño, tocar de nuevo su mano, pero fue inútil. Aún así, en el fondo de su corazón él sabía que eventualmente volvería a reunirse con ella otra vez. Sólo tendría que tomar las decisiones correctas.

I'm a lousy writer. Sorry for making you read that.

wanted to know how Arnold would react if he ever got to meet grown up Helga. Here. I think this will happen, they would just stay there: she looking content at him, knowing so much about the future, and him with so many questions he doesn't know when to start. She's just too beautiful and yet just like his young tormentor.

asked for the translation of the story in Spanish, I was happy to do so since I'm a good writer in my mother language, (Or so I think).

Oh, by the way I have this new game: Ask Grown Up Helga and Arnold questions and they will answer, go to my tumblr [link] and ask whatever you want!

PS CS5 for lighting.
SAI for the lineart.
Watercolours and prismacolours for the background.

Hey Arnold!©Craig Bartlett

Description
-English-

He blinked twice before realizing he had dozed off while looking at the clouds over the rooftop, leaning against the skylight windows. There was someone standing a few meters away from him next to the water deposit. It was a tall woman, her long blonde hair floating around her. When she turned around, he stood up so quickly his legs almost gave up under his own weight, they were numb after being in such uncomfortable position for a couple of hours. She smiled while walking towards where he was, gracefully kneeled in front of him, looking straight into his green eyes, hers were a deep blue, like the ocean. He could see so many things there, almost like if they told a story. A story of a future he wanted to know so badly, he slowly lifted his hand to touch her face, to know if she was real or if it was just a dream, but the woman had already raised her hand touching his.

He opened his eyes, the warm wind of the spring afternoon playing with his hair. He closed them trying to recover the dream, to touch her hand again, but it was useless. Still, deep inside his heart he knew he will eventually meet her another time. He just had to make the right decisions.

-Español-

Pestañeó un par de veces antes de comprender que se había quedado dormido mientras miraba las nubes sobre el tejado, reclinado contra las ventanas del tragaluz. Había alguien parado a algunos metros de él a un lado del depósito de agua. Era una mujer alta, su largo pelo rubio flotando a su alrededor. Cuando ella volteó, él se paró tan rápido que sus piernas casi se vencieron bajo su propio peso, estaban dormidas después de estar en tan incómoda posición por un par de horas. Ella sonrío mientras caminaba hacia donde él estaba, arrodillándose elegantemente frente a él, mirando en lo insondable de sus ojos verdes, los de ella de un azul profundo, como el océano. Podía mirar tantas cosas en ellos, casi como si quisiesen contar una historia. Una historia de un futuro que ansiaba tanto conocer, lentamente alzó su mano para tocar su cara, para saber si ella era real o si era tan sólo un sueño, pero la mujer ya había levantado su mano tocando la de él.

Abrió los ojos, el cálido viento de la tarde de primavera jugando con su pelo. Volvió a cerrarlos tratando de recuperar el sueño, tocar de nuevo su mano, pero fue inútil. Aún así, en el fondo de su corazón él sabía que eventualmente volvería a reunirse con ella otra vez. Sólo tendría que tomar las decisiones correctas.

I'm a lousy writer. Sorry for making you read that.

wanted to know how Arnold would react if he ever got to meet grown up Helga. Here. I think this will happen, they would just stay there: she looking content at him, knowing so much about the future, and him with so many questions he doesn't know when to start. She's just too beautiful and yet just like his young tormentor.

asked for the translation of the story in Spanish, I was happy to do so since I'm a good writer in my mother language, (Or so I think).

Oh, by the way I have this new game: Ask Grown Up Helga and Arnold questions and they will answer, go to my tumblr [link] and ask whatever you want!

PS CS5 for lighting.
SAI for the lineart.
Watercolours and prismacolours for the background.

Hey Arnold!©Craig Bartlett