Dr Gilbert by Erick Siguenza

It was a lugubrious and sunny Saturday of April, when I found myself enjoying the pleasure of doing nothing. I was lying on a very old and comfortable bed in my house. Perhaps, many families were in the beautiful Beach of the small, but beautiful, town I lived in: Imperial Beach,California. Perhaps, the parents were hugging each other while sitting on a blanket over the sand, watching their children play with the water or a ball, or the sand, or something else... But I... I was within the dreary and dark four walls of my useless bedroom. My mind had been overtaken by the multiple memories of my meliflous Eve. My sweet Eve! Oh! Where could she possible be? In the arms of any of her "nocturnal companies"? Or Had she found love already? Such things I did not know. Nevertheless, there my wretched soul was crying for her kisses, for he skin, for her words, for her love... Several hours went by while I was embed in Eve's memories. All of the sudden, I convinced myself it was time to go to see this doctor whose face I knew perfectly and yet I had never him seen before, whose voice I would recognize easily and yet I had never spoken to him. Intrigued by such desire, I decided to go to Downtown San Diego where his office was, or so I believed. I decided, however, not to drive my old but precious Volkswagen beetle. For unkown reasons, I thought driving would not be necessary so I took the 901 bus that passes through the Imperial Beach Boulevard and whose final destination is the the Iris trolley Station. After waiting a couple of minutes observing every single people's actions, the trolley arrieved and I got in. During all the trip all I could think of was Eve. Her black and soft hair, her glorious brown eyes, her divine white skin, her incomparable and sacred body... I got off in Broadway Street and walked some miles until I arrieved to an immense and fancy building. I went directly to the sixth flour and the building's name was composed of three numbers which were the number of the flour I was in and those three same numbers were the number of Dr. Gilbert's office. I did not knock on the door, nor did I expect someone to open it from the inside. It was wide open and it seemed as if I was the only one in that macabre flour. I noticed there was not a secretary in the desk front although I did not know if Dr Gilbert had one at all but I tend to believe someone of his profile must have one. I gave no further attention to my puerile thoughts and walked to his very personal room. He was standing in front of the big window that is located behind his desk made up of ancient wood from the eternal trees of the unimaginable deep and hot forests. I approached him and he seemed uninterested to turn his head and see who it was that was walking toward him. I sat on his desk and he told me while he was glancing to Broadway Street, "Can you understand such an uncomprehensible situation?" I did not undertand what he meant exactly with that question; therefore, I remained silent waiting for him to reveal the answer he was expecting. "Come closer -- he proceeded --  look at all those people walking on the street, pretending to be happy, to be loved, to have everything they had ever wished-- I walked to the big window and down there they were all walking trying to show something that was not. Oh! How I hated each one of them!-- but my friend-- continued Dr. Gilbert-- let truth be told. They are miserable and coward people who have nothing but just lost ilusions and forgotten desires."
Oh! How I admired Dr Gilbert's words. He was completely right. I stood there standing by his side for a considerable time and words were not needed. "I shall say, Doctor -- I said-- that if you ask me if happines has hugged me with its arms of bitter honey, I should respond with a firm and aggresive yes. Nontheless, let truth be spoken, I have nothing of what I had planned for my life. I have lost my nymph's love, Eve, although I never had it. I do not have the career that I wanted or the house I dreamed for or the family I hoped to have but I am sadly happy. My ilusions and dreams are still as fervent and clear as before in my young years, they are still impregnated deep in my confusing soul." I had a moment of frenetic inspiration and Dr Gilbert looked proudly at me with a smile on his face. He had, without a doubt, understood my simple words. "Now-- said the doctor while he was walking back to his desk-- I was expecting you and I know why you have come for. Tell me, if it is not troublesome, what do you intend to do regarding this sensitive matter?" Doctor Gilbert sat on the chair behind his desk and I went to the sofa that was just in front of it and I put my body upon such. I waited some minute to give an aswer to his question. There was a voice, which I believed (and I am now sure about it) was my heavenly Eve's voice, telling me it was about my innocent obsession with Eve's love and my lose of it. "I shall reunite with her-- I explained to the mighty doctor-- I should think you already know where she lives now, doctor" Doctor Gilbert took of his interesnting glasses and cleaned his eyes with a blanket. "In Montevideo, Uruguay-- the doctor replied inmediately-- Your choice is the correct decision." After saying that the doctor offered me a glass of whiskey, it was Jack Daniel's. I silently drank it all slowly enjoying the never ending seconds which were soon to be ended."Well, you know the procedure." Doctor Gilbert told me. "I do" I replied.
Doctor Gilbert then went to his closest and took out his beautiful shotgun. He then handed it to me and said, "I will be waiting for you outside" He closed the front door completely. I waited until the capet of the room was completely colored of red blood and then I got out to meet Dr Gilbert again. He told me he could heard me loading the weapon and the shoot that killed all my misfortunes, woes, and problems. He then invited me to a bar that was just in front of that immense building in which his office was. Once we got out, I noticed all that people whe saw from his office were gone. Deception was gone, Hypocrisy had vanished. Sadness had ran away. The people who now were walking, I could feel and Dr Gilbert would reassure it to me later, were souls full of the purest happines there can exist. People who were not able to achieve their ilsusions, to gain they lover's love, to reach earthly and vain happiness but here they had reached it. In their sadness and desperation, in their woes and afflictions, they found happines for all their dreams ans ilusions had not been locked in the depths of oblivion like the other people who we observed before had. Those ilusions were still shinning  as strong as the same day they had promised to achieve them. We went inside the bar and we bought a a fine whiskey whose name I will not reveal for it is not in my autority to do so. Ever since that moment, Dr Gilbert and I go to that same bar every Saturday afternoon to talk about our very own Idiosyncrasies and passions; about my meliflous Eve and my true love for her...