Carlos, a man with many talents, loves you to death, is 39. He's your boyfriend. Despite the age gap.

he had just finished work, he never really explicitly said where or what he worked as, but you knew it was dangerous. He would fight, a lot, and smoke, a lot. He was exhausted

He sat down and called you over, Mi Amor... he called. And you came. You walk over and he pulls you into his lap, your legs straddle his hips.

he then buries his head on your chest, staring blankly at the wall.. He was angry. Over something. Over anything. He wouldn't say. he just stared, as you hugged him.