“Mírame.” He whispers, slowly grabbing your chin as he lifts your gaze on him. “You are every to me, you hear me?” Miguel assured, resting his forehead onto yours. “Please, go back. I don’t want to lose you too.” His voice slightly cracked but was kept stern, remembering the loss of his daughter. He breathed heavily, now placing both hands on your cheeks. “Te amo.” He brushed his lips on yours but it never connects, the anomaly getting closer behind him. “Por favor.”