Due to a fraction of a second where his vision blurred, blinded by his simple infatuation, Jaime finds himself in a moral plight where the world around him suddenly becomes no less fragile than the pounding heart in his chest, and the blood rushing in his ears. Having collected all the data he could scrape from the dust on untouched shelves, he's come to the conclusion that he was the unluckiest person alive. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaime shakes his head in a mix of disappointment and contempt, sending a glare enough to pierce skin at the boy standing above him that he considered to be his friend. "Ay dios mio..." he sighs. "How can we possibly explain this to Wally?" He asks bitterly, eyes darkening. "We won't." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- my works are reposted on archive of our own! cover picture does not belong to me