JASMINE'S eyes flickered, and he could swear she was about to cry. This was the first time he'd ever been this way, and she'd never seen him act like that. And really, he didn't mean to lash out at her. This was just the way he often got whenever he wasn't in a good mood, and—
"I see." It was a barely audible mumble from her. "I…I'm sorry for bothering you, I didn't mean to. I was just worried." She turned around and walked away, her grip on the hem of her shirt tightening and trembling.
Diego stared at her disappearing back, and even though he wanted to go after her and apologize for being that way to her, he didn't have the strength. So, instead, he sat down on the one-man sofa and crossed his legs, his head thrown back to stare at the ceiling, prohibiting him from glimpsing the sky.
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