"Why are you crying?" he asked me worriedly, caressing my cheeks with his soft, gentle fingers.
"Did someone hurt you?" he asked once more.
I brush his hands away, wiping the tears with my knuckles. "If I said yes, what would you do?"
"I'd give them a piece of my mind," he frowns.
I chuckled bitterly. "Funny, Marco. But the thing is, this scar wretched on my heart right now.."
"Will never heal," I whisper.
It will never fade away the moment I saw Marco's lips met Jackie's.
