[The letter is red in practically an instant. And just like that his face goes from a smile to a bitter glare as he crumples it up then tosses it into the air. A narrowing of his eyes and it catches fire, the ashes falling from the air as he turns away from it to go fling himself dramatically onto a chair.
Seeing that the table in his room is too close to the chair for his tastes, he kicks it away with his foot causing it to shatter against the wall beyond it.]
My Rafa. Please.
[This stings. It's a bitterness that coats his tongue and fills his veins in a way he hates. Of course Rafa would eventually leave. Of course he would.
They always leave. Always. Even ones he doesn't turn himself.]
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Seeing that the table in his room is too close to the chair for his tastes, he kicks it away with his foot causing it to shatter against the wall beyond it.]
My Rafa. Please.
[This stings. It's a bitterness that coats his tongue and fills his veins in a way he hates. Of course Rafa would eventually leave. Of course he would.
They always leave. Always. Even ones he doesn't turn himself.]