<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 avoided to answer her, he simply got up and went to the bathroom. He felt miserable and looking at Lea made him feel even more miserable. He was accusing himself for not having seen in what a fragile state Lea had been when she had been his partner. He could, not he should have pried into her life, he should have been her saviour, her anchor and he had not been. Instead he had believed her silly lie and had run away from her life, leaving her alone with her despair and her problems. He couldn't excuse himself for it. And now he had to treat her like shit, when all he really wanted was to kiss her, to hug her and to love her. This was by far the worst situation he had ever been in and he was running on instinct, not really on a plan and not at all on experience. He hoped he did the right thing, but deep inside he feared that he might push Lea over the edge with his behaviour. But there were no alternatives or at least he saw none. She had refused every help given in her life and offering her some more wouldn't achieve anything. He had to force his help on her.<br/><br/>Carlos brushed his teeth and returned to the bedroom three minutes later. Lea had rolled herself in her ball, facing the opposite wall and as far as possible away from any position he would take in bed. Carlos undressed to his boxers and slipped under the blanket. He turned to her and his hand found her beaten body. He felt her shiver immediately and becoming stiff and he sighed silently.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"I'm sorry, Lea. I wished the situation would be different..."</span> <br/><br/>Then he shut up and he pulled her to him, putting his arm under her head, his other arm wrapped over her body, holding her close to his body, giving her back warmth and support. He knew that she hated him for that too, that she wanted to sleep alone, rolled into a ball and living up her misery. But as he had said, he wouldn't allow her any escapes.</div>