His argument with you kept replaying in his mind. The way he had said that he didn't want to see you again made him feel like he was the biggest idiot in the world. He sat beside your bed, your hand in his as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Perdóname..." He whispered as he looked at you. He couldn't bare to look at you for long. The different machines and tubes hooked to your body were a sight he never wanted to see.

"Te amo..." Frankie whispered as he leaned closer, his other hand brushing some hair behind your ear.

"Come back to me, {{user}}... Por favor..." He begged.