FLOR.
"I'm kinda hungry, when will Robert be here?"
"He's on his way, but if you want you can eat something, I'm sure he already ate so you may want to do it now and that way you can talk to him."
I sigh "no, it's rude to leave someone to eat alone, I can wait a little longer." He shakes his head and stands up going to the bag of food Susana brought me, he takes out some oreos and I smile "yeeei, we can share." He laughs but nods he hands it to me to me and I take 3 for me and leave 3 for him.
"Baby, this isn't kindergarten, you don't need to share them equally."
"It's fair, I'm gonna eat later and so are you." He kisses the top of my head and I chuckle "besides it looks like you cursed kindergarten a few decades back." He blushes but nods "you're older than me?" He nods again "by how much?"
"7 years."
"So, you're 31?"
"34."
"How? Wait... How old am I?"
He groans "For a minute I forgot you don't remember a lot, you're 27." I nod but stay quiet "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm thinking maybe I should take the medicine for my brain."
He frowns "why?"
"I want to remember those 3 years, there's so much I'm missing without knowing, I want to be able to remember you, how we met, how we felt in love, how our relationship is, I want to remember my sister's life, I want my life back."
"Baby... you'll also remember what happened to you."
"So?"
He sighs "I'm not okay with what happened, and I just heard how they found you, how do you believe you would feel relieving it?"
"I don't know, but one bad thing shouldn't win over all the good in life."
"I'm not saying don't do it, I'm just asking please think about it, and if you choose to take the medicine, I need you to promise me to talk about it with someone, it doesn't have to be me, or Susana, maybe a therapist."
I nod "can I also talk about it with you if I want?"
"You can talk with me about anything, always."
"And you?" He frowns "Would you talk to a therapist?"
"I have a therapist, I have really bad anxiety, actually you were the one who persuade me to start medication on it." I smile and take his hand, then there's a knock on the door. "That must be Robert, are you sure you're okay with him being here?" I nod.
"Come in." I say a little louder, then Robert Freaking Downey Jr, walks in, carrying some "Forget me not" flowers in a vase, a bag on his shoulder and a bag of food, as soon as he's in he closes the door "holly fucking shit, you're Robert Downey Jr."
He frowns a little "Yes, I am. Hi Flory."
"You're Ironman." He laughs a little but nods "you're THE Robert?"
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Flower Girl. (Chris Evans)
FanfictionThere's a saying that having a private relationship doesn't mean it's a secret, but what if it is? Flor always stuck to the shadows, the secret moments hoping one day it would came to light, it happen in the worst way, at the wrong time. Could they...
