It had been more than two months since they had last seen each other and Carmen knew it would probably be best to keep it that way. To stop thinking about what he did not want, he made many changes, even those that did not belong to him. She kept busy, doing the things that she loved and that kept her busy for the most part. Hanging out with friends. Kitchen. Aspiring physician mentoring. Training. When she went home at night, she was too tired to feel, much less think. It didn't really matter, because two months alone was a long time.
She didn't even miss him anymore, not his touch, not his kisses, not anything more remotely related to him.
He had finally moved.
- Carmen, what is taking you so long? Do you realize that Veronica will kill you if we are late for her birthday?
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