𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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Two days later
"Danielle me dijo que le habías regalado cosas para él bebé," Matteo says trying to fill the weird silence. (Danielle told me you bought her some baby essentials."
"Si, si cierto," I answer vaguely looking at him through the glass. (Yeah, yeah true.)
"Que te pasa? Es cómo si no estuvieses presente. Ha pasado algo?" He asks noticing my mood. (What's going on with you? It's like you are barely present. Has something happened?)
I keep staring at him, thinking about everything except for an answer. He looks so different from when he first got in, his usually warm green eyes look dull and tired. His hair looks disheveled and he has a stubble, he has let himself go and he only does that when he is at his worst. It's when he looked like this that I knew he would get shit drunk, this was my sign... or it used to be.
"Carlos?" He asks again looking slightly worried.
He shouldn't be worrying about me, that is the last thing he needs. Why am I even here? It's not like I have any particular news to tell him. Did I just want someone to share my problem with? I'm so fucking selfish.
"Carlos, si estás aquí es por algo y puedes contármelo, sea lo que sea." He tries his voice calm but louder. (Carlos, if you are here it's for a reason and whatever that is you can tell me.)
I don't want to make shit harder for him but I don't have anyone else to share this with.
"La he cagado, la he cagado pero bien," I admit breaking eye contact. (I fucked it up, I fucked it up big time.)
"Que has hecho?" His voice changes instantly moving his hands closer to the glass. "Carlos, que ha pasado?" (What have you done? Carlos, what happened?)
"Mia," I mutter looking back at him.
Now it's the look on his face that changes worry being replaced by relief and... amusement? Or maybe it's just curiosity.
"Estáis juntos?" He goes straight to the point. (Are you two together?)
"Eso es todo lo que tienes que decir? Si estamos juntos?" That's really all he thinks about this situation. (That's all you have to say? If we are together.)
I expected something more not him accepting it straight away.
"Que quieres que diga?" He asks genuinely. (What do you want me to say?)
"No sé, quizá empezar con un "Carlos que cojones haces haces Mia tiene veinticinco años y tú treinta y seis" y continuar con un "Ella es demasiado buena para ti sólo vas a joderle la vida", o algo así." I blur out. (I don't know, maybe start with a "Carlos what the fuck are you doing Mia is twenty-five you are thirty-six" and continue with a "She is too good for you, you are just gonna fuck her life up" or sometimes like that.)
