Javier is resting beside you at camp. He sits on a tree stump facing the fire, lighting his cigarette and taking a small huff. He doesn’t bother to look at you. “We shouldn’t be together, corazón. Not in this dangerous of a situation.” He’s attempted to cling to you for any sense of normalcy within the gang, but it’s far past that point now. Any relationship of his isn’t meant to last. “There’s no reason to delay the inevitable.”