Chapter 7.

¿True?

Fred looked closely at his lover's swollen eyes, as if he had been crying for a long time, but ¿what pain could the heart of such a beautiful man carry? Nothing occurred to him, he was about to graduate, he had a place for him, the bills were paid, ¿why was he crying then? But he still didn't dare to ask him, he wanted the boy to be spontaneous with him and feel like telling him what it was that saddened his heart to make him cry in secret, while for his part Cristian asked himself over and over again if it was right to look into Fred's eyes, because he felt that he had been unfaithful, guilt was gnawing at his soul, Fred was such a nice, charismatic and reserved man that what had happened with Jackson could destroy him, but ¿how could he tell him the truth? ¿Would he believe him if he told him that that man had kidnapped him from the university, taken him to a mansion, raped him in a room full of corpses and brought him back home and they had had coffee together?

 No one would believe that, much less a man with more life experience than him, so he decided to keep quiet and simply told him that he had had a cold and that was why he hadn't gone to college. That seemed to calm the curiosity of who didn't ask any more questions, but it was more than obvious, from the way he scrutinized Cristian's face that he tried to decipher if it was a real cold for which he had missed college.

 Both lovers were completely happy, they were catching up while watering the plants, but in the meantime Fred realized that the aloe vera plant was missing several leaves, so he asked Cristian directly if someone had come to ask him for some leaves, but the boy said no, that he had used them for a small scratch he had made on his leg while leaving the university on the last day he attended, but Fred curiously asked him if he could see it and Cristian nervously pulled down his overalls and showed him the scar, then he said: that is not a small scratch Cristian, that is a wound that opens if someone stabs you with something, do not lie to me and tell me what really happened, so Cristian quickly invented a story and told him that leaving the university he met a drunk who was asking him for money, but he was dodging him and in one of those dodges the drunk took out a knife and stabbed him in the leg and then ran away, Cristian did not believe that he was going to believe that cheap story, but indeed Fred said that he had to be more careful when he went to college and that if he saw the drunk again he should avoid him at all costs, because he didn't like his gorgeous boyfriend to have marks on his skin.

So, Cristian took Fred's face in his hands and pouting told him that it was okay, not to worry, that he would be careful next time, both men went to sleep when it started to rain, he was taking sleeping pills, because he had suffered from insomnia since he was very young, while Cristian looked at the ceiling and at the man lying next to him feeling uncomfortable, he didn't know why, but it bothered him to have lied to someone who was simply attentive to him, something didn't feel right.