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Then she stepped closer.
“Alejandro.”
“Yes?”
“You are not broken.”
He looked down.
He had heard those words before.
But never like that.
Never from someone who actually believed them.
Before leaving, Elena wrote her number on a piece of paper.
“If you ever need anything.”
Alejandro looked at it.
“I don’t usually call people.”
“I noticed.”
He smiled.
“How?”
“You looked terrified when I knocked.”
He laughed.
A real laugh.
The kind he had almost forgotten how to make.
She walked away.
And Alejandro watched her disappear down the mountain road.
For the rest of the day, he kept looking at the paper.
A phone number.
Six digits and a name.
A small piece of possibility.
But fear was stronger than hope.
Because hope was dangerous.
Hope meant something could be lost.
Three days passed.
Alejandro did not call.
One week passed.
Still nothing.
He told himself he was being realistic.
That Elena was simply being kind.
That women like her did not choose men like him.
Then, one afternoon, his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He almost ignored it.
Almost.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Alejandro.”
His heart stopped.
“Elena?”
“I was starting to think you lost my number.”
“I almost did.”
“That’s a terrible lie.”
He smiled.
“How do you know?”
“Because you sound like someone who kept it somewhere safe.”
Alejandro looked at the paper sitting beside his computer.
He had kept it inside a book.
The safest place he knew.
PART 3
The call lasted twelve minutes.
Then twenty.
Then forty.
When Alejandro finally hung up, he realized something strange.
He had been smiling the entire time.
That scared him.
Because happiness felt unfamiliar.
Over the next few months, Elena became part of his life.
Not suddenly.
Not like a movie.
Slowly.
Naturally.
She visited the mountain house every few weeks.
Sometimes they talked for hours.
Sometimes they simply sat outside watching the sunset.
She never treated Alejandro like someone she needed to protect.
She treated him like a man.
That was the difference.
But Alejandro still carried his fear.
One evening, while they were sitting near the fireplace, Elena noticed something.
“You always apologize.”
Alejandro looked confused.
“What?”
“You apologize for everything.”
He looked down.
“I don’t.”
“You apologized yesterday because it took you longer to open the door.”
Silence.
“You apologized today because your dogs barked.”
“That’s different.”
“No, it isn’t.”
Alejandro stared at the fire.
“I’m used to being inconvenient.”
The sentence broke Elena’s heart.
“Who taught you that?”
He laughed bitterly.
“Almost everyone.”
She moved closer.
“Tell me.”
So he did.
He told her about Patricia.
The rejection.
The humiliation.
The years of feeling invisible.
Elena listened without interrupting.
When he finished, she took his hand.
“Alejandro.”
“Yes?”
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?”
He shook his head.
“I see a man who built a life despite everything people told him he couldn’t do.”
His eyes became wet.
“I’m not special.”
Elena smiled sadly.
“That’s your problem.”
“What?”
“You think being loved requires you to be extraordinary.”
She squeezed his hand.
“It doesn’t.”
For a moment, Alejandro could not speak.
Because nobody had ever said that to him.
Not that way.
Not with certainty.
But happiness also brings fear.
And Alejandro’s fear eventually surfaced.
It happened when Elena invited him to meet her friends in town.
A simple dinner.
Nothing important.
But Alejandro panicked.
“What if they stare?”
Elena looked at him.
“They might.”
The honesty surprised him.
“What?”
“They might stare. Some people are ignorant.”
His face fell.
“But…”
She continued.
“That doesn’t mean you should hide.”
Those words stayed with him.
So he went.
The dinner was uncomfortable at first.
Some people spoke too quickly.
Some people looked at his cane.
Some people tried too hard to act normal.
But Elena never left his side.
And neither did Alejandro.
For the first time, he stopped apologizing for existing.
Months later, Elena told him something unexpected.
“I’m scared too.”
Alejandro looked at her.
“Of what?”
“That you’ll never believe someone can truly love you.”
He became silent.
Because she was right.
He believed in her love.
He just didn’t believe he deserved it.
That night, he finally said the words he had avoided.
“I’m a virgin.”
Elena looked at him.
Not with surprise.
Not with pity.
Just understanding.
“I know.”
His eyes widened.
“You know?”
“Alejandro, you think you’re better at hiding things than you are.”
He laughed nervously.
“I thought you would think it’s strange.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m forty.”
Elena shook her head.
“I think it’s sad that the world made you believe your value depended on whether someone chose you before.”
A tear rolled down his face
