“Aaargh…” Alejandro winced as he struggled to hold on to the treadmill. It read 4.5 km/h, and he was doing his best to walk on it as much as he could.
He had just dropped his cane aid and intended to work without it. But it was not okay to him that Elise was not there to support him.
His jaw muscles clenched, and he increased the speed to 6.0 km/h, forcing himself to walk faster than he would on a normal day.
It had been almost a week since he yelled at Elise, and she had never come to help him heal since that day. He clenched his fists by his side, thinking of it.
A couple of times, he had seen her cry—watching her from his room. He had seen the way she curled her body like she was hurting, and many times, he wanted to go to her and console her. But she was the person pushing him away
