ೃ⁀➷ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜ ¬ ᴇɴɢ ᴠᴇʀ

- FIFTEEN [CHRIS] -

When the effect of the bottle of pills wore off and I managed to wake up, I sat up in bed and outlined my eyes with my fingers so I could see better. During the previous days I had become accustomed to seeing him only in my dreams, imagining what a life without the problems that had happened because of me would be like, a fairy tale life, although in the end I woke up and saw that it would never happen. It was for that reason and more that I never thought I would see him again, and even less in the same place where he had suffered so much, in that cold and unwelcoming room where he had taken refuge so many times.

Seeing Felix leaning on the door frame, it was hard for me to make out my illusion and reality, that's why those words came out of my mouth for the first time, a sincere apology full of sadness. I did not expect his forgiveness, but it did make me feel better just to see him. Hearing from his voice those questions made me release those tears, I was right, I should have been more sincere and told him everything. No secrets between us.

When we both started to cry, I just hugged him and gave him some kind of comfort, trying to transmit him all that feeling of regret I had inside.

Then we went downstairs and he told me what had happened during the day. That the doctor, who was his uncle, had come to check me out because he had called him because he had been worried to see me in bed like that with a thousand pills thrown away. Then, that he had called my mother to tell her about the situation and that he had to send her the address of the house, because I was irresponsible and never told her, and that she had cooked to leave me food. Anyway, she summarized everything and I tried to understand everything without getting lost in her beautiful voice that I missed so much.

She sent me to bed to rest what I had eaten and rest (even more), I simply obeyed her and left, but minutes later I felt, I don't know how, but I know I felt her steps heading to my study, so I got up unconsciously and went downstairs, staying quietly in the kitchen, watching since she entered until she started to pick up and read each paper.

I advanced to the living room to have a better view when I could no longer see him from the kitchen, I kept looking at him, thinking about all those days I had locked myself in those four walls with our dreams in mind, those first nights, when I just started the project, those negative thoughts that I would not make it stressed me out and made me think about leaving everything thrown away, but then I would come out of there and see him, and it was impossible to give up. It filled me with confidence to make it and be able to see that beautiful smile his lips would form when he would talk or see about something he loved and his eyes would sparkle with pride.

As soon as I saw her cheeks getting wet with her tears as she read the building bill, I realized that, if I knew her tears of sadness from those of happiness before, I didn't now. I approached the door frame to observe him better, to try to differentiate the feelings he was expressing, to no avail. He left the papers there and went to the door, he looked at me with a slight smile and all that came out of his mouth was "I'll go out for a while, I'll be right back. I just nodded and let him pass.

I just waited for him to walk through the door and went back upstairs.