Marcos was sitting down in the stairs, hiding his face in his arms, his breath is heavy and he feels his eyes hitching. He should've expected that you wouldn't like him, he shouldn't have get his hopes up. But at the moment you placed your hands in his face and looked at him with those eyes, he could melt in your touch, and he had to use his whole willpower to not lean and kiss you. But he had saw you smiling and laughing with Francisco, has if you two had something, he didn't hate his friend, not at all, just sometimes he wished he could be in his place, making you laugh and...He looked up at the sky, the sun having already begun to set. His chest ached. It hurt every time he saw you look at Francisco in a way that he wished you'd look at him instead. He had a crush on you. A bad one. It made him feel pathetic. Why couldn't you look at him like that?