chapter six

The nights began to be colder from mid-October, increasing with the passing of the weeks. She sighed, trying to fall asleep for at least a couple of hours, but it seemed like a rather complicated task considering the number of thoughts that ran through her mind to have a trip over an ocean full of uncertainty. It was difficult for a long time, when the sun sets and darkness bathes the city, her body becomes stranger than during the day.

Roll and roll on the bed, set scented candles, flood the room with incense, but nothing is effective enough ... and suddenly, the morning begins with the fog on the balcony, as well as the sun and the singing of the birds. Announcing the start of a new day, while his dark circles only increase.

He suffered from insomnia, and that was not a secret at all, his exhausted face gave him away, although there were days when he slept a long time ... once, he did it for twenty-three hours in a row on one of the days off from him...

When he got to his feet after fighting alone, the carpet was cold under his feet. He walked over to his dresser and opened one of the drawers where there were several bottles, envelopes, and boxes of drugs. She sighed for a moment when he stopped to look at her exhausted face in the mirror.

"It's pathetic"

she thought, searching a bit, then finding what she was looking for, in fact, her own sleep-induced her almost all the time, sleeping pills were unpleasant on her palate, and many were the times when her stomach He resented the ingested pills causing him discomfort, but he could not do much since he needed to sleep at least a few hours so that his body did not collapse.

He could just die, he told himself, as he took the bottle of capsules. He always had that option in mind too, until yesterday afternoon he began to think that much more would be to let himself vanish between the leaves of some places warm and beautiful enough.

"After all, it's not like anyone misses me…" he continued, muttering in response to his thoughts.

Hell, he expected to die when the cold didn't stalk the city, although summer didn't sound any nicer than that. —I hate winter... — he murmured once more, before swallowing two capsules that did not fit him so he looked for water in his fridge, taking a whole glass when he could and wiping the moisture from his mouth with the back. hand in hand with him.

For the sale of his small apartment, the night that seemed to begin to be eternal like so many others continued to happen. She ran through his thoughts again, reaching the point that was disturbing him the most today, as his gaze returned to the folder that now rested on her desk as she unleashed the memories of him:

"We don't want to pay you for the drugs you already use ... we want to give you the solution that will save your life."

It was like those pathetic stories of hope that she read too much before, everything lent itself to comparing what happened with one of those novels. There was a person who was almost dying and another came with the solution to that in her hands when she was losing hope. I want to laugh as she made her way to her chair.

—"This is not a fucking novel,"— she murmured, opening the folder, flipping through the pages she was almost memorizing, intentionally ignoring the image of Elio's brother ... it was strange and in a way, painful to watch, too. , seemed to begin to develop a kind of dislike for him, without even knowing him.

The studies, statistics, process ... everything inside the documents in that folder were, honestly, amazing, so impressive that she knew as bad as well how good everything in them sounded. She couldn't quite describe how he felt about her, yet he forced himself to keep reading over and over again, trying to find obstacles so that he could deny himself or convince himself that this was all a bad idea.

She spoke with her doctor a few hours ago, and Dr. Kim did not hesitate to detail with extreme precision each of the pros and cons that this method brought with it, to her eternal regret, the advantages were much greater than the small disadvantages that it presented. . This treatment that I had.

—The process is a bit complicated to describe, but I will tell you the most relevant, as I mentioned in our last session, it is a method that is used both in mild cases and in extreme cases like yours. Basically, it is about connecting the pheromones in a bath that will envelop you in essences, both you and the other individual will begin to experience a very special fictitious bond, almost identical to the one you had with your deceased partner, in this way your body will take this other individual as a kind of replacement, the pheromones must be bathed in your body for a long period of time before the end of the treatment the bond can be broken properly, in this way you could heal up to 97% and live a quiet life.

It sounded amazing, I had no doubts about it, but Mr. Kim later brought up a lot more details about it, including the intimacy that both had to maintain for the method to be fully effective.

—"I doubt that guy agrees with this ..." —he grimaced. —"I suppose extreme sex is common in dominant alphas, but ..."— she swallowed, stopping her own murmurs that were already beginning to bother him.

He closed the folder and got up to go back to bed, the clock on his bedside table showing large numbers of two and six in the morning, so he sighed, getting into the warm blanket, closing his eyes letting the sideburns will begin to take effect. Sleep at least until seven in the morning.

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Surprisingly, what woke him up was not his alarm, the sound was irritating, and his bed did not stop vibrating while his cell phone rang, and it did not stop ringing until he found it between his sheets and the residue of his sleep that was disturbed by the insistence of the apparatus. It was followed by a morning migraine from the outbreak, while the unknown number had already made two calls in a row.

I waited a bit, and soon the third incoming call came and was answered by him, as his nerves regained their senses. He hated answering calls, especially if they were strangers and from six o'clock on the dot.

— Hello? His voice stuttered in a thick whisper.

—"Yes, this is Estefan Miller's number?" — His deep voice made him blink and feel an uncomfortable tingle on his body.

—"Yes, it's me ..." —he replied, a little more serene. — Who is it? — And since he called so early, that didn't come out of his mouth.

—Perfect, forgive my sudden call — he seemed to be a pretty polite guy, but that was just his impression, because he forgot about it as soon as the man spoke again— I'm Andrew Coleman, my sister spoke to you yesterday …

Estefan didn't know why, at the time, he wanted to be somewhere else where his phone couldn't reach a signal ...