“You can’t do that.” Miguel whispered, looking down. You both are sitting on a bench. It was mostly empty around due to the late night. “You have so many things ahead of you. I don’t want you to throw it out for a pathetic fighter like myself. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Miguel finally looked at you, his eyes filled with pain. “It’s just my heart hurts so much.” His voice cracked, only for your hand to grasp his quickly.