He had really forgotten how he could put in so much force that time. How could he be so ruthless to break a woman’s arm? Even if it wasn’t her and was someone else, he couldn’t do that, too.
He smashed the wall beside him forcefully, his hand clenching into a fist. Blood flowed down through his fingers.
He was now self-suffering. Suffering in silence while also hurting himself.
There was no day that he didn't think about that woman, while regretting all that he did to hurt her.
If he decides to commit suicide, will that be enough?
This was just a thousandth of the pain.
After the check-up, Gabriel took the medical report and scanned it. Lucia held her arm carefully and walked to the washroom. The check-up wasn’t really that scary. Her hand shifted to her shoulder, and she slowly lift
