Enzo was left behind thinking about his life. Most believe that he never loved Jasmine. Only he knew the truth. The heart doesn't lie. Neither do the eyes.
He has done some very monstrous things. Things that were mostly out of his control. It's easy for others to say that it wasn't love. Or even say that he could have tried harder. No one ever took the time to understand the pain he hid inside his heart.
No one bothered to help him heal. He was always alone. But when he finally found someone to be by his side, he messed it up. It wasn't because he didn't care. It was because he felt comfortable enough to show her his ugly face. The depth of his cruelty and the length of his trauma.
Unfortunately, no one is an angel. In the process, he created another trauma patient. Enzo rubbed his head. He felt nauseous thinking about Jasmine's blood on the black tarmac. It was a sight that would forever haunt it.