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"He who falls victim to the disarray of a broken heart, may never see the world as true, beautiful, or innocent ever again."

"Are you... mad?" Genevieve whispered "did I do something wrong? Were you and Astrid fighting?"

They were settled in their kitchen, with the previously packed lunch sitting in the counter untouched.

The sun was setting slowly, and the rays reflected on the kitchen window as Genevieve observed Alvaro who was just... sitting there.

It has been minutes since they arrived. The ride home was deafening, and no words were exchanged between them the whole time.

She was worried that she made him mad by going with Astrid. He did say that wherever she was going, she needed to tell him.

She felt so bad her heart hurt.

And his voice shouting for her earlier. It was as if he was scared that she left him. She also didn't like the way he glares at Astrid. She didn't think it was merely a