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Despite having made it clear the previous night that I wanted to be alone, Max and Lina persisted in calling and texting. Knowing they were in my apartment, I decided to spend the night at Migue's.
When he opened the door, despite having received no prior warning from me, he immediately welcomed me in, pulling me into a hug as I broke down in his arms.
He prepared the guest room for me while I cried on the couch, realizing that, even though Lando had hurt me and I knew it was wrong—something I had promised myself I would walk away from the moment it became clear—I loved the boy, and the thought of losing him hurt more than I could possibly explain.
Thankfully, Migue didn't ask anything. He simply comforted me and helped me into bed as I continued to cry. He played with my hair until I finally fell asleep, never leaving my side.
The following morning, I woke up to the harsh rays of sunlight streaming through the window. Reluctantly, I got up, made my way to the bathroom, and then to the kitchen.
There, I found Migue preparing coffee for the two of us, both of us looking exhausted.
"Thank you, for everything. I really needed someone last night," I said, hugging him as I stepped closer.
"Don't mention it, Isa. I'm always here for you, alright? You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but know that I'm always here to listen," he reassured me, gently rubbing my back.
I smiled against his chest, appreciating the moment. "How's Lucy?" I asked, realizing he hadn't mentioned his sister in some time.
"I don't know, it's complicated," he sighed. "I can see she's still fighting, but I don't know how much fight she has left," he answered, his voice cracking as he struggled to hold back tears.
"Hey, hey, let it out. It's alright," I reassured him. He immediately tightened his embrace, gripping my shirt as he sobbed uncontrollably into my shoulder. His chest heaved as I did my best to comfort him.
I couldn't help the tears that slipped out, seeing my friend in so much pain, and the thought of losing someone so important to me hurt.
"Look at me, Migue. She's going to make it through this, and even if she doesn't, we all know she's given everything she had. She's a fighter, and she never gave up, no matter how hard things got," I said.
He didn't reply, but his sobs grew quieter with each passing second, signaling that he was calming down, at least a little.
Eventually, he pulled away, roughly wiping his tears from his flushed cheeks.
