<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos looked around the mess, there was nothing in one piece anymore. How desperate must one be to leave such a mess? <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You are such a silly little thing, Lea. How could you believe that after torturing myself all night, how I could have been so blind to your problems to let you walk away from me the first time, you think that I will make the same shit again? I couldn't continue to treat you like the last shit, when all I wanted was to hug you and to love you. I couldn't, Lea, it was breaking me apart inside. I needed you to start dealing with your problems and to accept my help. I needed it and I..."</span><br/><br/>His voice broke, the despair clearly audible in the strangled sounds. He had believed that he had lost Lea forever, when she had walked away from him again and it had pullled on him like some deadweight. It may have broken him, may have tipped him over the edge. He shivered at the thought of it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"...thought you would hate me forever. That regardless what I do and try, there would always be hate in your eyes, when you look at me. The idea that I would save you, just to earn your hate, it was hard to stand... I didn't know you had my number still, I didn't feel like listening to some friend asking me out for a party or some club owner asking for a callback. When I finally did, I rushed here... Oh god, Lea, I really have to look after you every single minute, it seems..." </span><br/><br/>He pressed her against him, like some drowning man would a rotten plank and a tear rolled down his cheek. How could Lea have sunken so low and never called him? How? Didn't she know, that he would have come? <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I need to take care of your feet, Lea. You have glass shards in them..."</span><br/><br/>Carlos carried her to the bedroom and put her down on the bed. He returned to the kitchen to close the door, there was no need for the cat to follow Lea's lead and to cut her paws too. Then he went into the bathroom, there too was some mess, but not as much as in the kitchen and Carlos found what he was looking for. Tweezers, iodine, plaster, a facecloth to clean her up and a towel to stop the bleeding. When he returned to the bedroom, Lea was still there in the same state he had left her, but her eyes flooded with relief, when we returned to her. He sat down and handed her the facecloth to clean her face, while he removed her socks, throwing them on the floor, avoiding the carpet. Her feet looked horrible and Carlos began to remove the glass sticking in them. It took him nearly twenty minutes to remove all of it, to stop the bleeding and to plaster them. Finally he put his tools aside and undressed Lea, throwing her blood-stained clothes on the socks and putting her under the blanket. He removed his, shoes, shirt and pants and crawled under the blanket to her side, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"How can one girl be so self-destructive?"</span><br/><br/>It was a rhetorical question, he awaited no answer to it.</div>