How can a person you just met in that certain situation make you feel like this? As if you can’t live without them.
I don't even know how many days I've been staring blankly and lying in this bed. I also don't know how I ended up here. The only thing I remember is that when I woke up, the first thing I saw was Alonzo, his eyes red and swollen from crying.
I can’t speak. I couldn't speak even when I wanted to.
I lost myself when Jhoanna didn’t make it and died… I want to go to her, wherever she is now, but I feel like I have no face to show her. Every memory I recall of her ends with me in tears. Everything is etched in my mind… The pain in her voice when she told me what she went through at the hands of Ronaldo… The hope on her face when I told her we would escape and raise her child… I
