The world seems to easier to bear on every time Tristan is on my arms. I've been hurt twice for the same reason, both times at the same time. It's difficult to let go, but it's more difficult to accept that my mom will never return, again and the man I ever think of sharing or ever considering of sharing my pain with has left. What makes it worse is that when I tried to find him, his name was not found, not because he doesn't want to be found, but because Rafael Sevilla does not exist.
There is no record that Rafael Sevilla is exists.
I even returned to the place where I'd been with him for a long time to see if those memories were really existing or happened.
It's indeed, existing... it just he lied. And I accept everything. I don't care about him anymore. He hasn't even clarified wha
