The last story, but ... Chapter Three

 And behind the pink flowers a smile from my boyfriend, Richard.

Richard since our first weekend together looked at me as a perfect woman to marry and spend the rest of my life with.

Richard, talked about children, beach wedding, said he loved me every 20 minutes, and alas if I didn't answer with I love you too, yes, there had to be the repetition of the words I LOVE YOU.

At that very moment I only knew how to laugh, but who knows me knows that that laugh was nervous, a few minutes ago I was flirting with Christian, who was beautiful, sure of himself, 

totally different from Richard.

That night I managed to act as if nothing had happened, I fell asleep in Richard's arms watching a serie on Netflix, when he snuck away to keep me awake.

The next morning, on Thursday, there was another good day for the Doctor.

At that time I already called him by name, because he asked me a lot to leave informality aside.

At the end of the night, my Douctor asked to make a video call, we talked a lot, he told the case with his ex girlfriend, 

past cases involving reporting to the police.

Chritian Khak has a scar on his neck, when I asked why, he reported that as a young man, he got involved in many fights, in one of them, he broke an entire nightclub, in which he was closed for a month.

I was scared that day, the next morning I decided to leave.

I sent a message saying that it was better to get away because I was already feeling involved as he reported on the video call, and because we were far away was what I thought was most sensible, he felt that all reports from his past could having scared me, in fact yes, and added to that I would still have another day to dodge Christian's messages and the night with Richard.

In the middle of the day he sends me a message:

"Everything is fine with you?"

I didn't answer, the night when Richard was already in my apartment, Doctor sent me the following message: "Cicilia, are you home?"