Based on the BBC Spanish interactive learning drama: "Mi Vida Loca" (You can watch it on Youtube!)
Raul has had a tough life until he met Merche , a journalist, and became her photographer.
Written by Ashley Deinken and Morgan Rocha
Cover by Morgan...
I heard something drop, I ran over to see Merche had dropped the phone. She was starting to cry, she put her head in her hands and sat on the couch. I ran over to comfort her, holding her shaking body in my arms. I felt uncomfortable, but I asked her, "What happened Merche?". She could barely speak, but she muttered out, "My sister Teresa, was, murdered!" her voice broke at the word murder. I was in shock, "Do you know who did it?" I asked her, I felt that this was a rude question right after it had already escaped my lips. "No" she wept between gasps for air. "I am so sorry" I said and hugged her tighter. She didn't resist me, she leaned upon me for support, she was so broken. She sprung up and threw one of the books on the table across the room in rage. She started to punch pillows and threw a few more things. She was taking this very hard, I was close to tears seeing her in this state. She finally stopped and sat on the floor in a sobbing mess. I leaned down close to her and rubbed her back. "It is going to be okay, we'll figure this out." I said in an attempt to calm her down.
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Merche's POV:
Raul did whatever he could to relax me, I felt like a crazy person, throwing things around and crying uncontrollably. I appreciated Raul's welcome hugs, he was being so nice, how could he be so kind to me when he barely knew me? I wanted a chance to compose myself, so I excused myself to the bathroom and washed my face. I came back in the living room where Raul was patiently sitting on the couch. "I am so sorry you had to deal with me, I am going to take a nap to calm down some more." I told Raul, his face was sincere and concerned, he nodded and said. "You are no burden at all, take all the time you need." Raul assured me, I solemnly walked over to my bedroom and sobbed into the pillow.
Raul's POV:
Merche went to take a nap, I was so worried for her, but more importantly, I was wondering how I was going to tell her that I loved her. When would I tell her? I was tired of containing my emotions any longer. How can you love someone so much without them knowing it? I rehearsed what I would say to her in my head, I found a mirror and rehearsed. I sounded so stupid! But I just had to tell her, I couldn't wait anymore. Once she finished her nap I would just tell her straight out, I can't contain it any longer. The door to Merche's room opened, and I saw Merche walk towards me, she looked strangely nervous. She sat next to me on the couch and placed her hand on my shoulder, she looked straight into my eyes and told me, "Raul," she paused and breathed deep. "I love you". My heart completely stopped.
