Cristian slipped down the side vehicle and lay on the grass between both the curbside as well as the sidewalk, his forehead in his hands. You should not have informed them! Any one of them! Why didn't you stay in the shadows? Nobody was aware! Nobody had any idea! What were you thinking when you told them?!
Sobs built up in his throat and choked him. His hands were thrust up over his head as he crushed his face into his forearms, clutching a handful of hair. It was all over. Everything has ended. His life had ended1.
“Cristian.” Faustino crouched next to him, his arm tenderly slipping across his shoulder, but even he couldn't shelter him anymore. "Don't worry, son. Things will get better. I'm here to help you, and we'll get through this together."
"I want to disappear," Cristian said
