ADALIA’S POINT OF VIEW
We barely managed to carry him. Jada is way stronger than me, so she didn't have a problem, but I lost my breath and my back hurt by the time we reached the destination. It's a decent-looking room that has a dark wooden table for six surrounded by six chairs, and a few feet away there’s a dark green sofa, where we lay him, and I, -unfortunately-, reluctantly let go of him, let go of his arm, which falls, touching the ground.
For reasons that I do not wish to discuss, I took his arm to place it on his broad chest, which moves as he breathes, and something got my attention.
A tattoo that goes along the inside of his forearm.
The date when we first met, when he rescued me from those bullies, is written in beautiful calligraphic numbers, which is followed by regular,
