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Estrella Berrocal continued the question all the way to the car: “What exactly did you mean by that statement just now? What do you mean, the person who can make Adam reappear is me? How do I make him come out?”.

Lorenzo Rouco’s dark eyes bored into hers: “From now until I leave, we cannot mention that man’s name for a moment, now you belong only to me”.

“…”

Estrella Berrocal calms down.

Lorenzo Rouco started the car and, after a moment, Estrella Berrocal looked at him and asked curiously, “So, can I ask you a question?”.

“As long as it’s not about that person, it’s fine.”

“Why do you like me so much? We’ve even met twice before, but you don’t like me that much.”

This Lorenzo Rouco, whom she liked, she felt, very strongly and intensely, nothing less than that of Adán Rouco.

Lorenzo Rouco looked at her deeply and said, “If it weren’t for you, Adam Rouco and I would probably be dead.”

Estrella Berrocal’s heart stuttered, “You mean I saved you once?”.

“Yes, that was the first time I met you too.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

Lorenzo Rouco began slowly, “Ten years ago, Adán Rouco, who suffered from depression, created a self to bear his depression and sadness for him, and whenever he was sad, I appeared, but when he lost consciousness and forgot his sadness, I became the one who fell into depression and sadness, I appeared for his emotions, and the one who bore his The one who bears all the pain and suffering has always been me.”

So is this what Dr. Esteban is referring to, that when a person feels overwhelmed and is unwilling to ask for help, the brain automatically turns on its self-defense and protection and splinters another personality to take on the task for him?

Estrella Berrocal’s heart, throbbing with pain.

His heart went out to Adam, who was so helpless, and to Lorenzo Rouco, who was by Adam’s side throughout his depression.

“So what happened, how did you meet me?”

“That year, I thought about dying.”

Lorenzo Rouco’s thoughts go back ten years …

The night was thick and deep, and he took a step toward the sea, about to be swallowed up by those rising waves, when a shout came from not far away.

“Hey!”

A girl quickly ran to him and pulled him to his feet, “You’re crazy! Do you know it’s dangerous?”

The girl grabbed his arm and struggled to pull him back to the beach.

“You’re not trying to kill yourself, are you? How old are you and you want to seek death?”

It was a dark night, and there was no half moon on the beach; they could only see the silhouettes of the others, hear their voices, but not see their faces.

Lorenzo Rouco sat on the beach with the girl and said: “I am but a shadow of a man, and no one will care if I die”.

The girl snorted and laughed out loud and said, “How can that be, you don’t have a family? Besides, who would describe themselves as a shadow, you are what you are, you’re not going to be anyone’s shadow. You must still be young, too bad you would have died today if I hadn’t pulled you.”

“I have no family or friends in …”. I was a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, the girl reached out and tugged his arm, touched his hand, shook it, and said cheerfully, “My name is Estrella Berrocal, and I don’t have many friends, so why don’t we become friends?”

He stiffened for a moment.

Not far away, faint lights and shouting can be heard.

“Estrella! Estrella Berrocal!”

Estrella Berrocal got up from the beach in a hurry and said, “My stepmother has come to see me, I’m not going to talk to you anymore, I have to run home first or she will surely say something bad about me in front of my father.”

Estrella Berrocal turned around and ran out, then turned to him and asked, “By the way, what’s your name?”

“I …”

It has no name.

“Tell you what, I’ll be here waiting for you tomorrow and I’ll tell you then, my name.”

It has not figured out what it should call itself.

Estrella Berrocal laughed: “You’re a funny guy, well, I’ll come back here tomorrow if I’m free, I’m leaving!”.

…

Estrella Berrocal thought for half a day and finally remembered that night: “So it was you, that night?”.

“Then, I was on that beach, waiting for you for many days, why didn’t you come?”

Estrella Berrocal recalled: “The next day I had a bad cold, my father was not at home, Doria Guillén did not take me to the doctor, it went on for a long time, the cough turned into pneumonia, I stayed at home for half a month and then I forgot about it …. ”

Lorenzo Rouco’s knuckles on the steering wheel, blue and white, hands clenched into fists, “Doria Guillén? Your stepmother? How dare she do this to you?”

Estrella Berrocal just felt the bond between them was so incredible, if she hadn’t had a bad cold at the time, maybe she would have gone to see him the next day, wouldn’t it have been a different possibility, between them?

Estrella Berrocal has mixed feelings with Lorenzo Rouco, she loves Adán Rouco, but Lorenzo Rouco is part of Adán Rouco, she is not indifferent to Lorenzo Rouco, she loves all of Adán Rouco, including the split personality of Adán Rouco, all of this is Adán Rouco.

That night, he saved not only Lorenzo Rouco, but also Adán Rouco.

They are one and the same.

Estrella Berrocal asked again, “And then?”.

“Then, later, I found your house, but it suddenly caught fire and I feared you were inside, so …”

Estrella Berrocal’s eyes fluttered wildly as she looked at him incredulously, “So, the man who saved me ten years ago, it was you?”.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Estrella Berrocal never imagined that the older brother who saved her from the fire would be another Adán Rouco personality.

“You saved me, why didn’t you wait for me to wake up?”

“After I took you to the hospital, I stayed outside the resuscitation room to keep an eye on you, but I also choked on the smoke, passed out and didn’t wake up, and I think it was Adán Rouco who woke up at that moment, otherwise I wouldn’t have come to see you.”

Estrella Berrocal’s eyes warmed slightly: “Lorenzo Rouco, thank you”.

If it hadn’t been for him then, she would have burned to death in that fire.

…

In the evening, Lorenzo Rouco came out of the bathroom and saw Estrella Berrocal sitting on the bed waiting for him.

He slept in the guest room and Lorenzo Rouco was a little surprised that she had gone to his room to wait for him.

Estrella Berrocal’s cheeks blushed when she saw that she was only wearing a loose bathrobe over her body.

He approached her with a playful look and asked, “Did you come here because you wanted to sleep with me?”

Estrella Berrocal got out of bed in a jiffy and said, “Yo, I came just to see the wound on your right arm.”

That was it, he was hurt because of her.

Lorenzo Rouco, however, said with extreme coldness: “You have to pity me and have pity because I saved your life”.

“Is it wrong for me to care about the person who saved my life? Why do you reject my concern for you out of the room of your heart?”

Dr. Esteban said that every DID patient, deep down, longs to be loved and healed, and if each of his split personalities were perfectly healed and his heart opened, his disease, perhaps, would be cured without the need for a cure.

Lorenzo Rouco must have been very tired and bitter after all the pain he endured for Adán Rouco at that time.

Lorenzo Rouco looked at her deeply and said in a deep voice: “You know very well that I cannot deny you, but your concern is something I would rather not have if it were not love. What I want, you cannot give”.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

Estrella Berrocal stood there, frozen in place.

Lorenzo Rouco closed his eyes and said: “You don’t have to feel sorry for me because I saved your life, you also saved mine once, we are even”.

Estrella Berrocal’s nose was a little sore, I don’t know if she was moved by his words, her eyes were red-rimmed. “But what kind of person tells like that, we both saved each other’s lives, how can we call it a tie, we saved each other’s lives, so we are also each other’s friends, aren’t we?”.

Lorenzo Rouco’s hand, clutching the towel, paused slightly and his eyes darkened.

He pursed his thin lips, his voice gravelly with a hint of coldness, “But I don’t want to be your friend.”