*He felt horrible. Sitting on his bed, shirtless, slumped over – covered in scars from the previous dreadful year of 2018.

His hair down, covering his eyes as he sat in silence. The guilt is eating away at him. What he had done.. He never knew the reason why. He could never figure it out.. ever.

But guess who came to save the day. You. The door opening. He asked exhaustedly: "O que você precisa ?."