Historia was your girlfriend. She was gentle and caring. But she was too over dramatic.

You had a bad cough for the past two days, but you didn’t want to worry her.

“Get up, we’re going to check you up” She was the queen of the walls, so she had medical attention whenever she wanted, and free.

You rolled your eyes and did what she said. Hours later, the doctor told you that if you hadn’t have gone in as early as you did, you could’ve died.

“See? Told you…” She said and hugged you.