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I'm convinced that many times to heal ourselves, we need to help someone else, and in that act, we're actually healing ourselves. I was able to decipher this after living a story with Fer, whom I had known for a long time but didn't have much of a relationship with beyond occasional moments together. Until one day in late March, when I found out she was going through a tough time. I sent her a text message, as there wasn't WhatsApp back then, inviting her to grab something in the afternoon. I had a feeling that if it was dinner, she would flat-out reject the invitation, and I didn't want her to think I was trying to get her out of trouble. Something in the afternoon seemed more appropriate for the occasion. Her response took its time coming; actually, it wasn't until the next day that I received her message. I proposed we go to Villa General Belgrano to grab something, and we agreed to meet at 2 pm at her place. From the moment she got into the car, our conversation started flowing without touching on too deep topics for either of us. We talked about old times, like when I attended her 15th birthday party or when she came to visit me after my motorcycle accident. As we reached the high point of the lake, I searched in my backpack and gave her a Rochero Ferrer I had bought for her. I grabbed it and put it away; that's when I realized she was broken, with her heart in a thousand pieces due to discovering her partner's double life a month prior. There was nothing left of that beautiful brunette with white skin like the full moon in April, with her celestial eyes, lively and an alma replete with plans and projects. At this moment, she was just a body crying out for trust through every pore, her gaze begging me not to hurt her. We left the car parked and took a walk along the Arroyos Promenade, one of the most picturesque corners in Villa, featuring three arroyos: El Molle, El Sauce, and La Toma. sat down there, surrounded by a unique nature, the conversation got a bit deeper. life can change in an instant I said and looked at her without wanting to believe in the meaning of the phrase. Life is crap she replied quickly retorting see how beautiful this Córdoba is today managed to get out of me a minimum smile fixate on the afternoon we're living here quietly, without anyone bothering us then she interrupted me and asked who hurts you I answered without looking at her most of the time myself we stayed there in silence for a bit then we went walking to a bar and between beers we picked up the conversation I told her how he found out about it how the guy was still searching for her everywhere and that she needed to escape from all that I listened to her and looked at her like when we were 16 years old I have to admit it was one of the people I fell in love with back then but we never made anything happen. the wounds she had were fresh on the surface just like my own demons I was fighting against cocaine I had gone from being a social consumer to something a bit darker. The night was looming over the villa and we were embarking on our return son of Calamaro was playing on the radio estadio azteca with one hand holding the steering wheel and the other grabbing her hand I looked at her and said i want you to be my para-avalanches today saw a tear welling up in her eye and she replied i can't i'm not prepared this is for two people leapt out of me nobody's ever prepared things happen and you have to overcome them we arrived at her place and I invited myself upstairs in the living room the smell of coffee filled the space we sat on the couch half-embracing half-dozing near 3 am a sound from her cell phone startled us i saw she was reading something and started crying looked at me and said it's below wants to talk to me i said you're not alone come with me and we went down the skinny guy looked at me and said i'll grab the future deceased later now i want to talk to You, with all my body ran a fury that I already knew, those urges to kill myself after consuming, that darkness where the only feeling is guilt, that sensation of emptiness and loneliness, emerged and went straight against him, between punches he yelled at her, don't make her cry again in your life, son of a slut, Fer was paralyzed, I was possessed and didn't stop hitting and didn't feel the blows they gave me, at one moment I saw myself like from outside, luckily the fight lasted little, leaving both with bruises on our faces, some eyebrows parted, when he left, I tried to find her and see her behind the building door, crying she says, I'm scared, I open the door and hug her with all my strength, calm down girl, it's over, that night there was no sex but a lot of love, a love that helped us both, her to heal the wounds, we spent two years together, she recovered her smile although also some tears, my addiction began to affect her, she didn't like it, I found the light slowly too, at times I thought I was helping her get ahead and realized I was actually helping myself recover. Today life finds us separated, more today I'm certain she's completely happy because today I'm just a memory.