Dante
She is so delicate and helpless. It makes me want to always take care of her, to protect her in my arms and not let her go.
What? I'm already thinking stupid things.
It will be best for me to get away from her as soon as possible. This makes me lose my mind more. No, more like she's driving me crazy.
"What did you really come for?" He pulls away from my arms abruptly.
"I already told you…
He interrupts me: "I'm not interested." He crosses his arms. We had agreed that we would see each other until Friday, and I think there is still one day left.
"That's right..." I interrupt what I was going to say so as not to sound like an i***t. I mean, we have to postpone it for another day, maybe for the next week.
She sees me with a strange expression. He doesn't believe what I told him.
