She insisted I go with her to the doctor, so, on that cold autumn morning we had breakfast and drove out to the office for an ultrasound exam - we would know today if it was a boy or a girl. I could feel her anxiety in the air.
We arrived at the office fifteen minutes before the appointment. The attendant asked us to wait in the waiting room, and that she would already notify the doctor of our arrival. Then a nurse came to take her and prepare her for the exam. I stayed in the waiting room.
After a while, the nurse approached me:
"You can come in and follow the exam if you want."
"Thanks."
I walked into the room where she was lying on a stretcher, and the doctor was talking to her. The exam had already been done, and he was asking for more detailed exams. For what?
She introduced me to the doctor, who greeted me, and said:
"I'm asking her to schedule another exam next week, I need more details about the fetus. You can change now while I talk to him a little."
She then left the room and I stayed with the doctor:
"I ordered this test to confirm my suspicion: the fetus appears to be malformed."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't want to say anything without confirmation, but malformed fetuses can hardly survive."
"She already knows?"
"I said there might be a problem, and I convinced her of the importance of this examination. I don't want you to worry, and try not to worry her either. See you next week."
***
We got home, and she went straight to the room and said she wanted to rest.
I worked all day at home, and she did not leave the room; late, in the evening, she came to the studio where I was working, and we talked a lot, until she talked about it:
"What did the doctor tell you?"
"That's important to take the exam next week."
"And he didn't tell you anything else?"
"No."
"I'm going to have a glass of milk, a shower, and go to sleep."
"I'll keep working, I have some things to finish."
"OK. Good night."
"Good night."
***
"I have the test result," said the doctor.
"The fetus is malformed, in this case either the miscarriage is spontaneous or we can schedule the surgical procedure. We can't do anything with it."
***
The bathroom light was on... for a long time...
I went to the door and asked:
"Are you okay?"
I did not have an answer.
"I'm going in, okay?"
So I tried to open the bathroom door. She was sitting on the floor crying:
"Ended. I didn't feel pain."
***
She decided to leave. I did not stop her. She said it would be better this way, that she wanted to forget everything and start over in a different place.
I did not know what to say, just nodded in agreement with everything she said, and she left on a rainy afternoon.
I was alone once again. I thought it would always be like this.
***
Two years later, I received a proposal to work on an event the city organized to attract more students to the two universities here. I was responsible for the arts department of the event and for exhibiting the work of veteran students.
It was a busy week, but over the weekend the event received a lot of people, and I thought the results were good.
After the event, I went straight home, I was exhausted and wanted to take a shower and rest, but I realized that I had left my portfolio there. I did not come back immediately. I went to the place the next day, which was already being dismantled. I managed to get my portfolio, and leaving there, I saw a girl who seemed to be looking for something.
***
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When I met you
RomanceA girl convinced she was born to love and be loved. A boy trying to forget the past, only this way he will love and be loved. A story that shows two people after their love story.
