ter. They had been dating for a brief time, but she was excited. He would be at that restaurant because he had din

d a phone call from her boyfriend. She went to see hi

join their table, as they were already having drinks, and some of them had even left. Honestly, I was not in the mood to meet other people, but Margarita was s

nd. He was very loving and kind to us and introduced us to the remain

e of them. When my eyes landed on one of them to greet, I paralyzed, and I could only nod my head in a greeting gesture.

couldn't think. I was too nervous to see him again and to feel he was so close. Once again, I felt that nothing had changed after almos

look at me. There was a powerful force pushing me to look at him, and I resisted. I did not want to look at him, and if he was doing the same, our gazes could meet, and he might se

to get up to leave. I needed to breathe fresh air, I

d her that Alvaro was there, and I needed to get away. She took my hand before I could leave and asked if

see the city. It was a wonderful viewpoint, and I wondered why they did not ope

It was a slightly chilly night, even though it was October. I rubbed my arms to warm up when I felt a jacket on my shoulders. It w

he said. "H

not know," I replied and stood up to leave. He too

ow you are," he said. "A

, feeling his warmth, his scent, the beating of his heart

py kids; I have a good job, my parents are with me, I have excellent friends. What more could I ask for? Love? What is the use of love if it always com

p and living with him," he said. "Th

d to rebuild my life, and

onger in a relationship, that until recently, I thought I was pregnant.

divorce," he said,

my skin prickled, but I

you to tell you, I found out you were in a relationship and doing well. I did not want to be sel

uncontrollably furious. I turned around, walked toward

He was about to say something when I felt something warm running down my legs. I looked dow

me in shock, asking if everything w

but I think this is more tha

pregnant?

was, and I just

t want him to see me cry. But the hormones, which were still el

ould we do

y friends, pleas

he came back and said, "I'll take you to the clin

I could. I tied his jacket around my waist and used it to prevent the b

ealt with me immediately and brought me in for an ultrasound. The gynecologist on duty surp

e performed the ultrasound and told me that indeed the spontaneous miscarriage process had begu

asked Daniel to inform Carola, and while they were taking me to the operating room, Danie

ould not find out about this if everything went well. I also had no intention of telling my parents; I did not want

e gently in the operating room because I wanted to go home as soon as possi

not that close. Carola always spoke of him with great admiration and deep love; he was her pampered brother. I never thought he would be the one helping me in this s

tely. "It's the effects of the anesthesia," Daniel said. "It will last a couple of hours, and th

ked at them, and tears were streaming down my face, but this time it was from gratitude for having such good friends by my side. I remembered that I had a

ne and handed it to me. I saw that Alvaro had written me a message saying he had stayed there waiting, but as soon as Daniel had com

table next to my bed and closed my eyes. I suppose I must have fallen asleep because I

(D&C) procedures should not be taken to the maternity floor. There, all you hear are baby cries, and the atmosphere is cheerful. Not all women going through such a procedure are happy about losing

hat I was recovering fine. He could discharge me in a couple of hours, left written instructions and approached the bed to ask how I was-emotionally, he clarified, because he already knew I was physically fine. I

s, have fun, and enjoy the moment." He added, "I reached thirty without ever falling in love, and the feeling of f

our feelings, things would be different," I replied. "I bet you grew up with D

, maybe a little, but I am very

ood prospects if you decide to look." "No, thanks," I said, "for now, I want nothing. I am heading for the nunnery now. Besides, your friends must be babies just l

ery well since he is now my ex," and I laughed. "Well," he said, "I'm off; I have to continue my shift. If you want, schedule an a

d go home and rest. Shortly before noon, Carola arrived to take me ho

eived his message early in the morning, saying he did not want to call me over the week

ed that I was doing well and back at work. I also told him that I was a bit confused

nor do I have the strength, to go through that process with you. I do not want to be your lover again. This time, I want everything and with everything, so look for

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