I left the office with my legs shaking. Javier was still in the waiting room.
He looked up.
—¿Ya?
I nodded.
“They say that… they have to do more tests.
I didn’t know how to say it.
I didn’t know how to look.
But he watched me for a few seconds longer than usual.
And something in his expression changed.
“What’s the matter, Elena?”
That question…
I hadn’t done it in years.
I felt something inside me break.
“I think… it’s serious.
Silence fell between us.
It was not the usual silence.
It was different.
Heavy.
Real.
Javier closed the magazine slowly.
“Let’s talk to the doctor.
When the doctor repeated the diagnosis in front of the two of them, I saw him.
I saw how Javier clenched his jaw.
How his hand, leaning on the chair, tensed.
How he avoided looking at me.
Until he couldn’t take it anymore.
And he did.
He looked at me.
Directly.
For the first time in years… really.
“What options are there?” He asked in a firm voice.
The doctor explained treatments, probabilities, times.
Clinical words.
Cold.
But I didn’t listen anymore.
I could only think of one thing:
Everything we didn’t say.
Everything we let rot in silence.
We left the hospital.
The street remained the same.
People were walking.
Cars were passing by.
The world had not stopped.
But mine… yes.
We walked a few meters without speaking.
As always.
Until…
“I don’t want this to be the last thing,” I said.
My voice sounded strange.
Fragile.
Javier stopped.
“What?”
I looked at him.
With everything he had inside.
“This,” I pointed to the space between us. “This silence. This punishment. I don’t want to die like this.
The words came out suddenly.
No filter.
“I know what I did,” I continued. “I know I broke you. And I accepted your way of punishing him because I thought it was what he deserved. But… it’s been eighteen years, Javier.
He didn’t say anything.
“Eighteen years in which we’ve been strangers,” I added. “And now… I may not have time left.
The air became dense.
“I don’t ask you to forgive me,” I said. “Or to forget. Just… I don’t want this last thing between us.
Silence.
Long.
Painful.
Javier took a deep breath.
And then…
He spoke.
“I didn’t want this either.
I blinked.
“What?”
His voice was low.
“I never wanted to live like this.
I looked at him, confused.
“So… why?”
He closed his eyes for a second.
“Because I didn’t know how to do anything else.
The words pierced me.
“I thought if I kept going… like nothing happened… I was telling you it didn’t matter,” he continued. “And it did. A lot.
His voice barely broke.
“But I didn’t know how to leave either.
The silence was filled with truth.
“So I stayed,” he added. “But I went inside.
I felt the tears fall.
“Me too,” I whispered.
We stayed there.
In the middle of the sidewalk.
