surgeons Chapter 54

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Liam

I leave the Johnson’s house and stop for a moment. I look back and realize the generosity of them all. If it had been other people, they wouldn’t have even let me set foot inside this house. However, they welcome me with affection, as always,

If I had accepted Annie that day, maybe now I wouldn’t have to leave and leave my son here, but the three of us would go home. Imagining what my life would be like right now causes me a lot of pain. I let go of someone who did nothing but love me, even though all I ever offered her was heartbreak. Now I know why all

those images of our time together come to mind. She offered me the best in life, and I despised it.

I see her and it is true what I said. She has always been a light for everyone, but I was about to dim her shine with my darkness. I never deserved her. And yet, she chose me. She loved me so much that she gave me a

wonderful son. The best gift she could give me.

That friend of hers loves her, I can see it in his eyes. I know becau it was the same way she looked at me, and although she may not reciprocate yet, sooner or later Annie is going to accept him. I know it. My heart

feels it.

Two stupid tears run down my eyes. I wipe them away with hatred. I can’t be more pathetic. I look at the time, on my watch and decide to call my friend Aston to join me for a drink. I need him right now.

I arrive in no time at the bar we frequent. My friend arrives shortly after.

I ask them to leave the bottle on the table. When Aston enters the private room, he looks at me with concern.

“Hey man, calm down. How many drinks have you had?” I signal with my fingers that I’ve only had two. He knows I don’t have much stamina, so he takes it from me. “I’m going to confiscate this bottle or else, two more drinks and you’ll be in an ethyl coma.” I laugh at the nonsense he says.

*****t, nobody gets drunk on three or four glasses of whiskey,” My friend lets out a laugh as he shakes his

head.

“Hahaha, you’re the i***t. Of course not, not with three or four, with two you already have glassy eyes.” I give him a small, sad smile, so he realizes how bad I am.

*Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Did you fight with your wife?” I deny firmly. How am I going to fight

with someone I don’t see?

“She went on a trip. She accompanied a group of executives to some kind of event out of town. I didn’t really

understand her very well.” My friend takes a glass and then gives me his attention.

“So? What’s your problem? Tell me.” He pours himself another drink, but takes the next one slowly.

*Annie. Annie is my problem.” Aston leans back in his seat and watches me. He doesn’t ask anything, he just

remains silent and for me it’s worse.

“Well, you have a son together. If she doesn’t want you to see him, there are legal resources that can help you. You are the father and you are not neglecting him. Come on, cheer up. I’m going to help you get her to let you

live with him,”

I listen to him but I vigorously deny it. I feel my head start to spin.

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“No, you don’t understand. She hasn’t denied me my

son is not the problem.” I see that my friend does on. On the contrary. She lets me get close to him. My

understand.

“Then explain to me what’s going on.” I shake my head. I don’t want to tell him, but something inside me

urges me to speak.

“She’s going to fall in love with that friend of hers. He loves her, I can see it in the way he looks at her. As if she were his world, his goddess. He loves and admires her.” Saying those words hurts me. I should have done

the same when she was mine.

“But… what’s the problem? You don’t want her to have another partner? She’s too beautiful a woman. She was always surrounded by suitors. And now that she’s free from her commitment, maybe she can be happy. Why does it bother you? You’re married and she hasn’t reproached you, has she?” I deny again. No. She hasn’t complained to me. She’s too generous for such pettiness.

“I know what she is. Beautiful, the best friend, daughter, sister. The best girlfriend.” When I say this, I lower my voice a little. “She’s wonderful and whoever has her love will win the lottery.” I can’t speak any further, a lump

forming in my throat.

“Well, there you have it. Now all you have to do is ask that she find the best man. You must wish her to be very happy, just as she wished it for you.” I nod. It’s true. She asked me to be happy despite her pain.

son.” I “You’re right. I hurt her a lot. It’s only fair that I wanted the best for her. Now she’s the mother of my think I’m already very drunk, because tears are falling from my eyes. “But it hurts, dammit! It hurts.” My friend pats me lightly. He knows that I have finally realized the grave mistake I made.

“You have to let her go. Let her go. You are married now and you have nothing to offer her. Apparently, in this life, you were not meant to be together, no matter how hard she fought for it to be so.”

Everything he says is true. We both fought. Her to be with me, and me so that it wouldn’t be so.

For a good while longer we continued drinking.

“Liam, come on. It’s time to go. I’ll go with you to pick up your car tomorrow.” I just nod and let myself be

carried away.

Aston takes me to my apartment. It’s dark, since Maria won’t be back until tomorrow. I tell my friend that he can leave. When I’m alone, I throw myself on the couch to continue lamenting. I barely get up to open another bottle. Tonight I want to drink like never before. Little by little, I close my eyes, so I decide to go to bed. I lie face down and begin to fall asleep.

Very soon I succeed.

Maria

I’m coming home. We had to move the return forward because I haven’t been feeling well. Albert offered to take me to the doctor, but I prefer to go with my trusted one. I arrive at the apartment and take my suitcase up in the elevator. When I open the door, the disgusting smell of alcohol makes me very nauseous. I run to the bathroom and throw up what I ate in the afternoon. This is disgusting.

When I’m done, I open the windows and turn on the extractor fan. I go to the kitchen and have a glass of

water.

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Little by little the unpleasant smell dissipates. I go to the bedroom and find my husband face down, drowned

in alcohol.

I approach him and try to wake him up.

“Liam! Wake up.” He just mumbles but I can’t get him to open his eyes. I start to take off his shoes so he can get into bed. I turn him over to loosen his tie, when suddenly he grabs me in his arms and tries to kiss me The disgust caused by the smell makes me want to push him away but he won’t let go of me.

“Annie? Is that you? I missed you. Promise you won’t leave me again. I love you butterfly” I see that he is lost in alcohol. I know that in the morning he won’t remember anything, so I take off his clothes and then I take off mine. I try to stimulate him, but he doesn’t react.

“Liam! Do you know who I am?” I ask him to find out his level of consciousness. He just mumbles, but a smile

forms on his face.

“Yes, you are my beautiful butterfly. My beautiful Annie.” I smile

It seems he’s lost it. Good.

“Yes, I’m Annie. Let’s make love.” I start to kiss him and touch him, his friend is waking up. Despite returning very satisfied, maybe an encounter with him will help me for something. Tm your butterfly, your Annie.” He takes my face and starts kissing me. I respond with passion, but suddenly, I see that he goes limp and starts