Four weeks passed. Violet was assigned as one of my patients, so I kept seeing her every day. We talked a lot, she told me about her life, how her grandmother raised her and when she died, she was so sad that she couldn't sleep, she didn't eat, and she didn't go out of her house. She neither have many friends, kids at school wasn't so nice to her, so she was on her own. Then, one day, she just got tired of trying. She took a knife and slid it over his wrists, she pressed it and the blood started to flow. I don't blame her. When she woke up she was already here, and her parents never came to visit her.
I had never seen a girl so broken. I wanted to help her, so I did. But I couldn't avoid falling in love with her.
—Steve —she asked me one day—. Why are you helping me? I mean, you just have to give me my medication, you don't have to waste your time with me.
Her question caught me off guard. I felt terrible, it was like nothing had changed at all. She was still thinking the same depressive stuff about herself. But she thought I didn't care about her.
—Honey —I touched her cheek softly—, there's nothing else I would rather to do more than spend all my time with you.
She smiled. It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. I wanted to keep it forever.
I brought her face near to mine. I examined it, but not as I used to do it every day. That time I could see her soul through those beautiful blue eyes. I got closer to her, I softly touched her lips with the tip of my fingers and she closed her eyes. Her mouth was calling me in silence. I gathered my lips with hers, hoping to silence the voices that told me I shouldn't do it, and be able to fix everything that was broken in her.
