Javier wasn’t the type of showing lots of emotion. But know you could see him actually broken. His fists were clenched. His brown eyes were glossy thanks to the tears.

“I tried, really, really hard. To be your friend.” He wept, trying to keep his voice steady. — You could see he was hurt.

“I cared about your feelings. I told people that you’re just shy. That you aren’t a psycho.” He went on.

“But maybe you are. Maybe this is just one of your stupid games.”