Dos’s Point of View
“Dos, son?”
Her voice was soft, careful, like she was afraid I might shatter if she spoke too loudly.
But I didn’t answer. I just stood there in the middle of my room, motionless. My body was present, but my soul… my soul was somewhere else.
I had already run out of tears. I thought if I stopped crying, I could at least keep a shred of dignity left. I never wanted my family to see me broken. Not me—their strong one, the unshakable one.
But tonight? Tonight, the mask was gone.
Because tonight… I broke down in front of the woman I loved.
For so long, I wore armor, pretending nothing could pierce me. But June… June stripped me of it. She gave me a heart I thought I didn’t have. She made me human.
And now she was gone.
And without her… I wasn’t just broken.
I was
