Where the hell could Dante disappear so quickly? All I've been doing for ten minutes is walking the halls of the hospital looking for him. I sigh in annoyance and walk out of the hospital, only to see Dante standing on a bench with his face in his hands.
Oh my God...Just don't cry, will you? Not?
I run towards him and take his hands in mine, sitting next to him. He gently leans his head back, exhaling deeply, then looks at me. It hurts me to see how much pain he hides inside.
-Dante, are you okay?
Know. It's the dumbest question, but I don't know what's wrong with him.
-Yes...I needed a moment with myself. The image I had with you and the child in my arms... made me a little emotional. God...How will you think I'm weak as an angel since I got excited just because of that.
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