FL lead again, but ML is going to show a little more agency in this book too. Up until this point it's mostly just been FL
And maybe I should be mad, or upset.
If today was any other day, I probably would have been crying ages ago, would still be paralyzed on the living room floor-
But all I see is the pain in his eyes, the beads of sweat making his long hair stick to his face and neck as he tries with everything in him not to cry - not to let me see him cry -
And if today was another day - if I felt better than I do nowâŚmaybe I would have thought of something comforting to say.
But today isnât a day for making sense, apparently.
Donât know what possesses me but I walk over to him without the slightest grain of hesitation - of bashfulness - of worry that Iâll regret this later and sit down on the edge of his bed, taking his face in both of my hands.
âYah. Viejo.â
I can feel his furious heartbeat through the delicate skin - red and white and that perfect cashew brown all at the same time. I could find it in me to kiss him right now and forget about anything else - about reason and consequences - but instead, I press his forehead against mine and just breathe. I feel the heart skip beats, flip, somersault, and then calm down into a steady rhythm. I feel the skin growing hot under my fingertips, but I know if I open my eyes now, itâll break the spell.