Marco realized what he had done in front of Rafael, how he had let him see his worst side—agitated, angry, and obsessed with the idea of killing someone. A side he never wanted anyone to see, especially Rafael.
He moved closer, wrapping Rafael in a tight embrace. Instead of comforting him, it only seemed to deepen the sadness in Rafael's eyes.
His tears, which had started to well up, now spilled freely, and Marco's heart clenched. It was as though the sadness in Rafael's heart was about to explode, and Marco had no idea how to stop it.
As they stood there, locked in each other's arms, Marco could feel the dampness spreading across his shirt from Rafael's tears.
His brow furrowed in confusion. He understood that Rafael might be a little afraid of him due to his outburst, but he couldn't comprehend why the tears flowed so freely.
