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I'm afraid, Juan Carlos!"
    But he put his hand on the chin of his beloved.
    "I'm here to protect you"
    His voice transcended with care, love and affection. He hugged her tightly. Amelia felt the heat transmitted to it. During this period, the two were embraced for a long time. Now Amelia seemed safer and less fear. Her boyfriend had that ability to comfort in difficult times. He had a way of doing everything.
    Remembering something, Juan Carlos could not hug his beloved and pulled his pants pocket a medal shining through the motions of her fingers. The medal was engraved with the initials JC & A.

     
     
    "You know what I mean by this?" - He asked and smiled afterwards. - "Juan Carlos and Amelia"
    "It's beautiful!"
    He said looking at the medal in the palm of John.
    "I'll put on your neck"
    He said and put the medal around the neck of Amelia. At that moment holding her hair on top and John stared into her eyes. Wishing to inform her that she was very special for him. To the point of giving a gold medal.
    After he placed the medal on the chest of Amelia, he grabbed her and gave her a kiss on the serene golden object.
    "This medal record the existence of our love"
    He said and approached her face, tried to kiss her on the lips, but Amelia lowered her head and stared at the ground.
    "What?" - He frowned, as he turned away in the same way.
    "Today I do not feel the desire to be kissed on my lips"
    She said with difficulty. She thought it might offend her boyfriend with this strange request.
    "It should not be so"
    She smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek.
    "I understand"
    He said parting her lips to her cheek. Juan Carlos knew how to deal with the complex of Amelia. He knew she was going through a difficult time. He had lost his father in a cruel murder and whose murderer had blue eyes.
     
    ***
     
    "Juan Carlos is not coming today?"
    Marianne asked, seeing that Amelia was sitting on the bed in her room. She was disheveled and hugged the porcelain doll that her boyfriend had given her as a gift.
    "I asked him not to come today"
    "But why?"
    Strangely Amelia bit her lip and looked around. She looked frightened by something invisible. Something she could not see and touch.
    "I'm beginning to be afraid of him"
    "Afraid of him?" - Marianne's head turned. - "Did he do something?"
    "No" - Amelia shrugged. - "It is that his eyes are blue"
    Her stepmother sneered. Amelia looked surprised and hid her eyes. This was no cause for laughter and ridicule, but Marianne did not respect that.
     
     
    "In this way, you'll end up going crazy! Paranoid! Where has seen that! Be afraid of your own boyfriend because he has blue eyes! All because you compare with the eyes of the murderer of your father"
    At the end of the sentence she shook her head.
    Amelia, afflicted pressed her wrist against her chest and confessed.
    "I know it was not him, but rather he had the eyes of another color. And not blue"
    "Why you do not talk to him about it? And you ask him to wear sunglasses. Usually the problem is solved"
    "I'm afraid to hurt him"
    At that time, Juan Carlos was lying in bed, thinking about Amelia. He recalled some moments with the child and especially the first kiss between them. From that moment, he had confirmation that she was the girl who was waiting to come into his life. After Lucia's death, he had no love again. But Amelia could relive that feeling again in his heart.
    "I love too much this girl!"
    He murmured, covering her face with both hands.

 
    Chapter 19
     
    JEALOUSY
     
    Two days later, Amelia followed her stepmother to the city center. Both were shopping in a small market in the region. Leaving the trade with the filled bags, the two began to walk one next to the other around the pedestrian. Marianne was distracted looking at some showcases. She loved seeing the beautiful dresses.
    However, her stepdaughter had eyes of these showcases women's clothing. She looked up and saw Juan Carlos talking to a girl, who was distant. Soon the boy