thomas
“I'm tired, Thomas.
Cecilia's lips tremble and the tears mix with the water on her wet face. Instinctively, my fingers dry it. I walk away. I keep my distance, because I don't recognize myself anymore.
I know that we've grown closer over the last two months and I've had to be nicer to her because the girl really does seem like a delicate crystal that can't be broken, but this excessive concern I have for Cecilia is not normal. As Caesar said, I'm not used to defending anyone.
"Tired of what exactly?" I ask with a clearing of my throat as my thoughts start to scramble again.
“From my whole life,” he whispers and sniffs softly. The nose turns red from crying. — I'm in the most difficult phase of my course, which I've always done out of love and dedicating myself like crazy to wor
