My Sister's Boyfriend
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"Do you love him even though he doesn't remember you?" Even though he doesn't love you anymore?

-Cecilia! Alexander scolded. I felt a lump form in my throat. But I answered, in a trembling and strange voice:

- No one really loves expecting something in return. I love him, and I want him happy. It's the only thing that matters. I looked at the two of them, feeling even more tears in my eyes. Please.

They left, closing the door softly. I slipped past the dog. Squeezing the pillow. A minute of despair, please. I told myself that I would cry a little and then be strong. To help Igor. Because he needs me. (...)

I was being led through the corridors, to the room where Igor was. Two days had passed. At home my mother was being understanding and giving me space. I didn't talk to Igor or Cecilia, although I did run into them from time to time.

I was looking forward to seeing Igor. I knew how I had to act. I had thought about it many times. And she was even calm, controlled. Pablo's hand on my back, leading me, made me aware of the real situation. We stopped at a white door, with Igor's full name on a sign. Bedroom 7.

Pablo opened the door and the light from the extremely white room blinded me slightly. I could make out Igor's figure, so I blinked several times. Trying to make everything normal. My vision slowly returned. Igor smiled at Pablo, who greeted him with a handshake. He looked the same with the mischievous smile and the clumsy way he stretched out his hands. He hadn't noticed me yet, but when he noticed his expression it was surprised. I felt his gaze analyzing me, but I still held the surprised expression. I wondered if I was ugly or weird. But I pushed those thoughts away, it was a bad time to be insecure about these things. I mustered up my courage by addressing him:

"Hi..." I began, keeping my voice steady. I sat down in jail in front of him. Analyzing his face, seeing beyond the beauty, he had some superficial cuts on his cheek and forehead. And he had a big bandage on his arm. Pablo sat down next to me. -Hi. Igor's voice trembled as he looked at me in surprise. He had already spoken to Pablo and talked to him, so he was no longer surprised by his presence. Pablo had told me that he had remembered a few things, but very slowly. They spent two days just talking, Pablo made sure they hadn't talked about me. They just talked calmly and recognized each other.

-Are you okay?

"I think so..." we were silent, staring at each other. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Sorry, it's kind of weird to ask this question, but who are you?"

Now, seeing him not know who I am, it seemed much worse than the doctor had said. Much, much worse. A thousand times terrible. Mainly because now I knew it wasn't a lie. Her eyes were looking at a stranger, in this case, me. He really had no idea who I am. And it hurt, it hurt even in the soul. I took a deep breath, controlling myself. And flashing a half-smile, he said.

-Well... I'm Malu. "I always looked pathetic when I performed and this time was no different. He smiled at my embarrassment.

"I'd even say my name, but I have the impression you already know. He smiled wryly.

"Yes, you could say I know.

"Igor, she's yours..." Pablo began. I cut it off decisively.

-Friend. I'm your friend. The title scratched my throat, but I remained calm.

"Are you?"

-Am... Of course I am. We met a year ago on the beach.

-I... I don't remember. A small crease appeared in his forehead as he reflected.

-OK. I said, trying to relax. "I'll tell you, maybe you'll remember."

-Thank you.

"It was on the beach... You came to talk to me and we ended up becoming good friends. - Well friends. I smiled slightly at the memory. My first contact with Igor was absurd. Two crazy people. "We're friends to this day. Simple. "Did I go to talk to you?" Like this... So easy?

"You sang it, with the most unwashed face possible. Pablo said, laughing.

-Serious? Did I do it?

"Worse than you did. I smiled at the memory. "You're too cocky.

"I don't know why, but I believe you. He said, laughing.

"Don't doubt it. His washed-out face is legendary.

-So... What about you? What did you do? He smiled mischievously.

"I dumped you. I crossed my arms, trying to relax. He laughed lightly. -Obvious.

"I saw myself in the mirror, I doubt you dumped me. "He gave me that look he always wore when he wanted to look sexy. Some things don't change, really. I rolled my eyes, posing for a pose.

"You're a bit of a jerk too, obviously. But of course I'd dump you, I don't fall for those pick-up lines.

He laughed again, his eyes seemed to shine brighter now. And his face had a little more color. He scanned me, his eyes focused on my face. I hated it when people looked at me like that. I felt like an object being analyzed. "I think I like you." He said, sounding sincere and spontaneous. That scared me, a little bit.

"That's just because you don't know me yet. He laughed softly, and I enjoyed the sound of his laughter. He was a little haggard, with a lot of dark circles under his eyes.

"How can I remember everything... That is; my appearance, I remembered my name. I remember a little bit of my parents, and some of my friends. I just don't remember what happened. I remember almost everything... Less of you. Why does this happen?

"One more proof of how boring I am. His subconscious wanted to get rid of me right away.

"I doubt that was it. He smiled, seeming to try to console me. "I mean, it's weird.

"You remember him, don't you?"

"Right now. Pablo. Friend. Practically brother.

-Saw? It's only me that you don't remember. Don't worry. I should be glad about that. Although, sadly, I have to say... You're not going to get rid of me that easy.

"That's a relief, if you ask me. I'm afraid I've lost something more than my memory.

"You didn't lose. Your friends are still here.

-I know. But I have the impression that I have missed something. I mean, I don't know... Didn't I have a girlfriend?

I stood still for a moment. I felt Pablo staring at me, I closed my eyes for a few seconds. What was I going to say? We had broken up, you dated my sister and then tried to get back with me? It would be too much for him too, wouldn't it? I thought about the pros and cons and preferred not to lie. Just modify things a little bit.

-Huh... Technically, no. You and my sister had boyfriends. But you broke up, a long time ago. I think you're done with her. She's even with someone else.

"Were you my sister-in-law?" Her eyes widened slightly, analyzing me.

-That's that.

"There's more to this story, isn't there?" "Why hadn't he lost his perception too?" This subject was too embarrassing and made me very uncomfortable. "There's no point in explaining it now.

"Huh, it's okay. When am I leaving?

"In a few days."

"Where am I going to stay?"