LEO'S POV
I could see with my two eyes the receding statue of Lucia.
She knew I was dedicating that song to her, because she was the only one from the start.
The students that were listening to me were filled with shouting and curiosity.
As my eyes focused on the woman standing not far from the tree house. I don't know why she still avoids me.
Even though in the past we talked properly, until she gave me a letter. I will never approach her again or even talk to her.
It hurts, I have no choice but to accept and endure everything.
I don't want to rush those things so easy, if she keeps me waiting then i'll be waiting.
I am obliged to wait for her until we can be together again. I played tugs again in my guitar and uttered the words.
"Why are you leaving," I sang with behind those words was a questions of messages.
