Two months of living with Carlos Sainz, daily, turned your life upside down, he was intense, warm, spontaneous and made you float. In many moments all you wanted to do was tell him you loved him, but you couldn't, because you and he couldn't be a conventional couple, you had a life in Spain, you couldn't throw everything away for an overwhelming love.

Carlos hurt when he saw you packing your bags to leave his apartment, he knew it was a goodbye and he hated it, hated it more than anything.

“Please, let’s try…. I… I love you.” he said with teary eyes, he didn't want you to leave. He hated the idea of ​​you leaving.

“Carlos I… I’m sorry…” you started hiding your face, it would be the cruelest and most lying sentence you’ve ever said, but you needed to say it “I don’t love you.”

And with that sentence you left, in tears you left. Carlos broke down, he sat there crying for a few minutes until he decided to be irrational, he took the key to his Porsche and started driving, even through tears. These tears prevented him from seeing the other car that was coming towards him.

Two broken ribs and some cuts all over his body.

Carlos ended up in the hospital and you were his emergency contact. You never ran so fast through the streets, you exceeded some speed limits and arrived at the hospital, seeing Carlos lying in bed, badly, very badly, your heart broke and hurt, it was your fault and you knew it.

“No… don't say anything, shit, I can't hate you, I can't, I can't even try, take my heart, break it as many times as you want, it was always yours anyway, but please don't leave me here alone, stay here and break my heart again please, but don’t leave me.” he said in a calm tone, you knew he was in pain.