Alexander
What the f**k was happening to me?
I dragged Linda out after I burst my anger at Mark for not touching her. It made my blood boil when I saw that son of a b***h was about to touch what was mine. And when I recalled back on how I felt when I saw her cry, I couldn’t hold myself. I was, though, holding myself to not go to her and taking her away from Mark. I wanted to wipe those tears away. Her tears for another man. I wouldn’t allow it. I didn’t want to see her cry because of someone else. If she wanted to cry, I should be the one who made her cry. And it must be tears of joy.
I knew damn well why she cried. The character was the same as her. That was why she could sympathize with her. She thought of Maggie as herself. My veins were burning when Mark was there to wipe her tears,
