ERIKA'S POINT OF VIEW
"Love, what is it really?" I frowned at Miguel who was lying on the bed, "How many days have you been like that. What's wrong with you?" I asked in an angry tone.
For several days he had been lying in bed like a withered vegetable. He suddenly became like this after they spent the night with Fuentes. She said nothing about how she felt, as long as she suddenly snuggled in her room.
"Erika ..." my heart was torn when she called me by my name as his voice seemed to be submerged, "Leave me alone here first, I need some time for myself." He said he was the one who caused my forehead to frown.
Time for himself? Is he crazy already? What time is he saying goodbye?
"What time are you talking about?" I hurriedly removed the blanket wrapped around his body, "Wake
