Querida~ Juan Carlos

cinco

When the got back up to the apartment they dropped Isabela's bags off in her room and Juan Carlos told her he would show her around.
After the tour of the surprisingly large apartment, they found themselves sitting on the couch watching some novella. The couch was ugly and uncomfortable and way too small, when they sat down they sank into the cushions and were forced close together.
"So, how did you and my cousin meet?" Isabela asked awkwardly.
"Actually a mutual friend set us up, and to be honest I like your cousin and all but I think she is cheating on me." Isabela was sort of surprised to note that he didn't sound too sad.
"Oh, uhh why would you think that?" She didn't know how to respond to that statement. She had only known him for a couple of hours and she already felt so close to him.
Juan Carlos gave her a blank look, "It's pretty easy to tell. Anyways, who was your last boyfriend?"
She felt herself blush and tried her hardest to stop it.All it was was a question, she didn't even know why she blushed, but the. She remembered and she sobered quickly. "Well, I've never had a serious novio," She muttered quietly.
"What?" Juan Carlos chuckled in disbelief. How could this amazing, sweet, awkward, beautiful, kind, smart girl never have had a boyfriend?? Juan Carlos then realized this is his girlfriends cousin he was thinking about.
He smiled awkwardly at her, "Well, why have you not?"
Seeing her hesitation to answer his question he added, "If you don't want to tell me you don't have to."
She smiled shakily at this and took a deep breath to steady herself.
"I have had a serious novio and after him I had many other relationships. His name was Zacharías and he was perfect. He was a soccer player and watching him was like watching magic happen. I called him mi osito and he called me his princess. He was kind, sweet, smart, handsome and everyone adored him, my family loved him and his family loved me. He was my first love, my first kiss and my first everything. We were engaged an I was pregnant. One night I miscarried our baby, on the way to get help he was shot by gang members who wanted the money he had in his wallet. The two most important things in my life ended at the same time."

By this time Isabela was sobbing, Juan Carlos couldn't stand seeing her like that so he held her until she calmed and the sobs that had wracked her body now were only quiet sniffles as she tried to regain her composure.
"My baby boy, my little Miguel is buried with his Papa." She told him, he had to know, had to understand why she often got random bouts of sadness and why it was so hard for her to consider a future. Little did she know that Juan Carlos was thinking how much he liked this girl.
Maybe even loved her.
But that can't be possible, your in love with Anita right? His head tried to reason with him. His heart knew better though, he didn't love Anita.