After a refreshing bath, he returned to his bed. He throws his weight on the soft mattress behind him. Wearing a blue t-shirt and sweatpants, the young man sighs immensely when he remembers her in his mind. His will wavers. The man is younger than her and has yet to work to find money to make her happy.
“Can this go on?” he asks himself. “I’m still in college, she’s already working”.
Even if he wants to take her as his, he needs what people are going after. Materials and money to make her happy, something that he currently doesn’t have. His confidence is as thin as an HVS paper, he doesn’t know if that response is good enough for Jury. Kevin opens his old cracked screen cellphone, Tempesta’s name is displayed on his friends' list.
She’s online, Kevin's fingers are itchy to call Tempesta
