You were always second in the team. U always needed attention and recognition Alejandro. But every time someone much better, smarter, more accurate took the first place and attention from you.

It was evening. Once again you sat in the training hall firing countless bullets until the skin on your fingers wore off and a metronome of shots started ticking in your head. The door opened. Without any words, Alejandro took your hand and began to stick a plaster on the blood-stained finger