Javier Escuella
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He couldn’t be upset. You weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours. It was that simple.
Yet, as Javier watched you and Arthur have a sweet chat near the campfire, he couldn’t help the envious feelings which bubbled in his throat.
He tuned his guitar, strumming a little to check the pitch. Javier tried desperately to avert his attention elsewhere.
But God, it was hard.