After the heavy rainfall and sudden trouble along the way, Lisandro and I reached the city's ground. Despite his wounds, he insisted to drive way back home without telling me anything.
Lisandro kept the truth that he was hurt. He covered his bleeding stomach with his coat as he drove carefully until we arrived in his mansion. I wondered why he didn't me about his wound. Perhaps he was thinking that I don't know how to drive an expensive car he possessed.
At some point, I couldn't blame him. Afterall it was my fault for putting him always in the brink of death. I even thought of unimaginable things sometimes. I questioned my existence but when I looked into his sparkling eyes, all of my doubts would disappear.
