As soon as I got back from the church, I had dinner running, so I could talk to Christian more.
We made a video call, on that day if I'm not mistaken he introduced me to his addiction, vaper. He showed me how it works, and I told him a little more about my life. When I say a little it is a little. Christian likes to talk about him, and he doesn't seem to care so much about my stories, I remember that the next day I thought about it, he asked me what I had done that day and I didn't remember telling the rest, he told me cut to talk about himself. Even so, it was very good to talk to him that night, I turned off the flame at around midnight, I found it hard to sleep but finally I even dreamed of him.
Second, we talked all day by message, he said the afternoon that he needed to tell something, but that it didn't matter so much, that it could be the night on the video call. I was curious.
When he finally called me that night he told me that at the beginning of the quarantine he had depression, for months he didn't feel like anything. He said that a short time ago he had met a psychiatrist who finally managed to help him with some medications. He related the disease a lot with his ex-girlfriend.
That he got better not only because of the medication but because he ended it.
He reported that she demanded attention, was jealous of her patients.
Well, but from this situation, what most caught my attention was the fact of the report of the disease itself, I didn't understand it very well, he said that his depression is different. Something that happens to one person in every hundred.
I thought, well, how many people do not currently suffer from this disease, but I confess that I was left behind.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday ... we talked for these days all day, he said that he left his cell phone with the screen facing up while attending to his patients because he always smiled when a message came from me. He changed my name in his agenda from Patient Cécilia to just Cecilia and a heart.
We started to consider spending a few weeks together, my routine is flexible, I could go see him every now and then.
That was when I decided to go on the Saturday of that very same week to meet him.
The two days until the meeting with him were of great expectation, when we spoke by video call I felt like looking in the eyes, I felt his smell, hug him.
He imagined he would have an uncontrollable laugh.
Saturday came, and with me the thought of whether or not I should go to him, another predominant factor of doubt was the rainy weather. But the desire to see him was greater than any obstacle.
I Cecília am already a woman, I am over 30 years old, I have nothing to arrest me, I am independent, free and if there is one thing I do not have, it is fear. What are 180 km for those who are free and have a passion to hit the road?
So I went to Serra.
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