Knowing that what was mine now belongs to someone else burns me, burns my soul because I made it mine.
And I thought he was mine.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see Grecia next to me, smiling and leading me to sing Happy Birthday.
After all, she can't sing.
So that's what I do.
But first, she takes a photo of the two of us together.
J and I stand next to each other, leaving considerable distance from each other, as if we had the Corona wanted virus and wanted to be as far away as possible.
Grecia asks us to get closer, and then I look at J next to me, and he sighs before approaching my body and, without me expecting it, grabbing my waist and getting closer to his body.
I look at him reproachfully and he frowns at me.
"Just make her happy, Tyson," she asks, referring
