Lisandro was seriously looking at me. His eyes were red. Bruises on his face, and I couldn't stare at him for a long time.
He must be treated first. Instead of looking for me, he should have visited his personal doctor and get rid of those blood away from his skin.
I was quite as well. I didn't know what to do and what to say to him.
Everything I heard wasn't easy to accept and forget. He hurt someone's feelings accidentally, but it wasn't a valid reason for me to take the opportunity for granted.
"Come with me," he said coldly.
But then, I shook my head in disagreement. I can't be with a man who just used my name to escape from his problems.
The moment I confessed my feelings to him, I was hoping that he might say encouraging words at least to help me get over with him.
Yet he lied. He chose to lie instead of being brave.
