His face refuses to leave my mind.
The first thing I remember was those gravity-drawn shoulders. It had always been held high, but today it exposes all of its weakness.
Then above those heavy shoulders, a quivering pale lip exposes itself. It was as if he wanted to say something more, but he forced himself to hold it back.
Travel up a bit more, and you could see those eyes. The type of eyes that makes you lost.
Marcelo is that type of guy.
He makes you feel like you're close, become that friend you haven't seen in years. But, it's all a facade. There's a layer of bricks in front of him.
With the dangerous information about his mother, I could see past one of the bricks.
It feels heavy.
The brick in my hand.
Now, I wonder what's the purpose of telling me that vital piece of informa
