Unnoticed love

Chapter 8

Flashback

Bora didn't lie. First she sent me to the clinic. I stayed there for almost six months. Well-trained medical staff, private room, comfortable bed, even a TV. But at first it was annoyed. Two of my bad habits were taken away from me, I could not understand how people relax if they do not drink and do not take drugs.

Cigarettes were also taken away. But sometimes it was possible to agree with someone from the medical staff, and they gave me. I remember that the first month I was not like myself. It broke me. I was feeling bad. I cursed everyone, nurses, doctors, Bora, who regularly visited me. Then it gradually became easier and easier. Added various psychologists, groups, games.

There were many drug addicts in the clinic, there were fewer alcoholics. I, who suffered from both addictions, was generally alone. I calmly communicated with the doctors, was polite with Bora, apologized for the antics that were in the first months of the refusal. We often just walked around the territory and talked. She called me many times. And she came to visit me many times.I was happy.

About six months later, I was a different person. I didn't smoke, drink or do drugs. And I knew that I would have to refrain from this all my life, because you can't even break loose once. I understood it. I thought that now I would get to work, but Bora had other plans. She said that I was great at drawing, but I needed to learn how to work with computer programs for drawing. I agreed. That was interesting. And she sent me to study. And not just anywhere, but in England. However, before that, she forced me to intensively study English externally. Before leaving for England, I could already express myself quite tolerably. I succeeded. All this time I lived in an apartment that Bora rented for me. More precisely, we rented out my apartment and paid for this one. Of course, the amounts were unequal, but I made up the difference by working part-time as an artist in the theater. Bora offered to live with her, but I refused. She's done enough as it is. If I live with her, she will buy food for me, cook for me, but I didn't want that. I saw how she was exhausted at work, and I did not want to aggravate it.

I returned from England almost a year later. During this time, Bora and I saw each other only once. She flew to London for work, we had lunch at a restaurant, talked and she went home. But we called up and corresponded by message almost every day. I became incredibly attached to this woman. In addition to great respect, I felt some kind of awe towards her. From the side, we could easily pass for lovers, since she could easily stroke my cheek, and I could take her by the hand. But for all this time, in the total account, for almost two years, we did not even kiss. She did not insist, and I did not want to start, because I did not know what she felt for me. Bora's feelings have always been a mystery to me. She had unsurpassed endurance. Even in the most critical and unpleasant situations, she kept her face and seemed calm. During our communication with her, I remembered only two times when Bora showed genuine emotions. When those two freaks tried to attack us, and when she yelled at me, sitting in my kitchen. In other situations, I could not make out what she was feeling. She smiled, laughed, was thoughtful, the whole range of basic and main emotions was present, but as for sympathy, I do not know.

I called Bora from the airport, saying that I had arrived and that my phone was dying. She told me to go to the information desk, there is a surprise for me. I smiled and, thanking her in advance, said that I would come to her in the evening. I went to the counter and, turning to the girl, fell silent. Then I realized that I had not asked what the surprise was and how I could get it. What to say "where's the surprise"? Collecting my thoughts, I said:

- Girl, you see, my ... friend, she told me to contact you, supposedly you have something for me," the girl looked at me inquiringly. Damn, sounds like I'm asking her for smuggling.

- You have something for me." What a fool I'm.

- I mean, she told me about some kind of surprise.

- Are you Siyeon?" Finally, the girl answered.

- Yes!" I exclaimed happily.

- Then this is for you," the young lady handed me a box and an envelope. I opened it and saw a small note:

"Welcome. I told you that you will succeed. Go to the parking lot. Bora."

I frowned as I didn't know what to do in the parking lot. I had two heavy suitcases, I had to look for a taxi, and not run around the parking lots. I opened the box and gasped. Inside were the keys to the car. And on the key fob I saw a beautiful inscription Porsche.

Can not be! I rushed to the parking lot, pushing aside slow people. After 15 minutes of searching, I saw a black, new luxury car. I pressed the button and the locks clicked affably. I opened the door and the aroma of an expensive car interior hit my nose. Stuffing my suitcases into the spacious trunk, I got behind the wheel and started the car. In fact, I asked for it myself for my birthday. Bora refused for a long time, but in the end she gave up. So I drove well. And now, start the engine, I enjoyed the sound of the engine running, like music. But I already knew that I would not take this car. That I will give it to Bora. But I can just ride this car and that's all.

When I got home, I unpacked my things, pulled off my clothes and went to the mirror. I looked at myself and smiled. Stylish hairstyle, beautiful face. Even though I didn't gain much weight, going to the gym made my body toned, my abs and muscles were visible, I really was a beauty. And all this is because of Bora. 

Helped, supported, instructed. She never reproached, demanded nothing in return. I wondered if she was doing this because she was just an altruist, or because she liked me? She never asked me about my personal life. Not here, not in England. I didn't know what was going on with her either. I had a few girlfriends while I was studying in London, but nothing serious. I didn't fall in love with any. But what do I feel for Bora? Gratitude? It certainly is, but is it? I want her? She is beautiful. Always wanted. She is very attractive. I'm I in love with her? She is different from all, and receives me as I am. Don't know. I don't know what it is at all. While I was lying in the bathroom and thinking, I realized one thing. Today, our relationship with Bora will move to a different level. Maybe I should try to move to a new level? If she refuses me. Damn, I hope she doesn't.

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