my stupid story

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The last time we spoke everything was normal, we had just gotten out of a fight that we managed to resolve (the fight was about him thinking I was with someone, but well they say that the one who is afraid is because he has already done it and knows that the other party can do it too, or well that's what I imagine because he ended up doing everything he told me he was afraid I would do)

And well, then we talked on my birthday (it was the last time we spoke). He told me he didn't want to lose me, that many people in medicine got into a good university because of me, that he needed me, that he didn't want to lose a precious angel, and things like that.

And like an idiot, I believed him and told him that everything was fine, that when fate brought us together in person we would talk better, we agreed to be at a distance because of our university activities, which I thought was already more "stable", more "trust".

Everything was "fine" until one Saturday my cousin came to me and said...