The first time I saw you cry

After talking to her and seeing her laugh I really understood many things and one of the important ones was because Gabo was very protective of her, I saw the point and told her about the painting I liked and wanted to buy it before other people, to be a great painting I bought it at an intermediate price, it was neither too expensive nor too cheap, I just had to buy the frame and that was it.

After returning with the kids I heard Gabo ask what was going on and behind me came the painter and his wife where Laura said

Laura: it can't be, if he dared to come and Katya is out.

The kids and I: who is outside with her?.

Gabo, Laura and Ricardo: Felipe.

Gabo: the man who stood up my sister.

I didn't know why but I didn't want to hear the rest and go outside, when I saw the scene he was overflowing with drinks pulling her and begging her to come back, she was screaming at him to let her go and leave her alone. I impulsively pushed him and hit her where I, the boys, stood next to us but what I did not see coming was that she pulled my shirt tightly to hold back the screams of her crying.

When I calmed down and walked a few steps away from them I could see her face, seeing her crying like that for the first time made me feel a hole in my chest, I did not understand what this feeling was, I took her face to my chest as a sign of calm crying.

I took her further and further away to a place where she could sit, even after she had arrived she did not let go of me and I managed to hear how slight screams escaped from her lips, I did not know what to do that pushed me to embrace her but my rational sense stopped me.

After almost an hour, she managed to calm down and sit down, partly because her nose made me laugh. It was so red that it reminded me of Rudolf the reindeer. Close to where we were there was a drink machine and I bought her a chocolate where it was already served warm. I gave it to him and he thanked me while saying

Katy: Thank you very much, I felt that I would fade away if I stayed there one more minute.

I notice how she puts the can aside and quickly copies someone on her cell phone, I just sat a little away from her respecting her space, but I didn't know what to say, I wanted to say a thousand things and at the same time nothing, but what I said afterwards was worse than an atomic bomb for her

Me: I don't understand why you still cry over someone who not only made fun of you for five years, but also left you abandoned at the altar.

When you see her, you notice her change of face from a What? To a How do you know all that, I thought she was going to explode like the times I messed with her, but this time she didn't say anything, she just looked at me carefully and then she looked at the chocolate can again.

I decided to walk away a little bit and without saying anything yet, while inside she was yelling a big What have you done Cesarc, I instinctively imagined her coming closer to me and giving me a good slap, but what she did amazed me even more, she stood up from her seat and turned around a few times.

Believing that later I would have the courage to slap myself, I decided to turn around and admire the bridge at night; when I turned around again, the note moved away from me; instinctively I followed it to a bus stop, I wanted it to tell me something but nothing.

I saw her sitting at the bus stop, I did not come closer because I wanted to detail her reaction, I detailed it better with the car lights and I noticed how she saw it was not hate or rage, it was just a face that she could not take it anymore, I knew those words were the trigger for her to be in shock.

After the bus arrived I saw her get up and go in my direction, I didn't move an inch, as she walked up the steps of the bus she said

Katy: see you later Mr. Resident.

I wanted to talk to her but no words came out, I wanted to apologize again, but I only saw her get on and not look at me. I kept looking at her, thinking that she would see me later, but she didn't. While I was walking back to the exhibition, I saw Gabo yelling at Felipe and I ran to him.

We beat him up and took him home, I calmed Gabo down and told him that with those threats I doubt that he would show up again, but while I was hanging the painting still without the frame. I thought I should give him his space and then talk to her until I said

Me: to talk to her I'll have to tell Gabo, otherwise I don't know who else can pass me his contact.