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Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

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children, seeing the talent the kids inherited, they formed a string quartet with their four kids, and made a living entertaining at social events of all kinds.
    It had been during one of those performances that Javier met Mauricio. Javier usually ignored the people who'd attended the parties they entertained, because his father was strict about it. When Mauricio had approached Javier while his dad had been distracted with the host, and had introduced himself using his seductive mild manners telling Javier that he wanted to know him better, that he'd had been observing him for months at different events, and his dream was to have a private performance, Javier had fallen in love at the first hello.
    At twenty-two and having been raised in a conservative way, Javier had been easily seduced by the experienced man, and in spite of his father's opposition, ended up living with Mauricio only a week after they started dating. The rest was now history.
    After Mauricio died, Javier had come back to his family's home. He was devastated, but because his family wouldn't understand, he'd tried to hide his pain. Of course, it was still there.
    Regardless of how much his family needed him to perform in their quartet, they didn't comprehend when he explained to them what being HIV positive really meant.
    "So you don't have AIDS after all?"
    "I do."
    He'd answered his older sister, who sat together with the rest of the family in their living room. She had shaken her head, confused, "But you said that you don't have any symptoms yet and that you might live indefinitely."
    Well, that was her; she'd never been polite or considerate.
    Javier had made an effort to explain again. "Being HIV positive means I carry the virus in my blood, but I haven't developed the syndrome, yet. It could be years before I do, and with the new meds, I could live many years of a healthy life."
    "If that's so, why is Mauricio dead?"
    The one who asked the question had been his younger brother, who probably guessed by Javier's expression how unwelcome the words were, but with a sigh, Javier answered.
    "He found out too late that he was infected, but even then, he got better with the medications, and his cell count was so low that he stopped taking his medications because of the horrible side effects some produced. I didn't know he wasn't taking his meds, I thought he'd adjusted to the side effects. By the time I discovered it, it was too late, and his body didn't respond to the treatments anymore. Everyone reacts differently to the virus. I hope to be one of those who do well."
    He paused and looked at them. They were speechless at first, then, with clenched fists at his side, Javier's father had blurted, "That man was an irresponsible moron, and if he wasn't dead I would kill him!"
    After that, he'd stormed out of the room, and everyone else followed suit.
    Javier stayed there wondering if coming back home had been the right choice. He went to his room, and viewed the briefcase with Esteban's letters. He had to deliver them, and afterward, maybe he could really put those three years behind him and start over again. When that thought crossed his mind, the realization that in order for that to happen he would need to leave his family's home again, hit him almost in a physically painful way.
    His mother kept cleaning with a bleach solution after him; the whole house reeked of it. She kept a big plastic container with water and bleach in the kitchen sink for Javier to put in it any tableware he used, before it could be placed in the dishwasher. All of that was kind of humiliating, because no matter how many times he'd explain the ways the virus passed from one person to another, they didn't get it. He'd noticed how they avoided touching him, how their relatives stop visiting, and if any of them ever showed up, they didn't bring in their kids.
    Then he'd cut himself while peeling an orange. The cut wasn't that deep, but it bled as if it were. It had occurred while they all were watching a TV show, which for a few minutes reminded Javier of when he was a child, giving him a false sense of security.
    It took merely seconds for his brothers and sister, followed by his parents to walk away from him to a corner of the room, where it seemed safe to stand.
    Javier stayed sat, putting pressure over the cut in order to make the bleeding stop. He'd felt ashamed, but mostly, hurt by the fact that his family reacted as if his blood were radioactive, or he was some sort of

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