Antonio kept crying silently with his brows arched without saying a single word. If not for the tears, one would have thought he was just frowning. It melted her heart, she didn't know when she started crying all over again. “Antonio, why are you crying?” She held his wet face with her small palms. “Please, … .don't cry, Antonio”. At this point, she wasn't even thinking of herself, but this man…this man who almost killed her a minute ago. Why does she care so much about his pain. “Kill me Angela, that's only I can be truly happy, and you will be free too, don't worry…no one will know…there’s a glove…we can think of something…”. He grinned. Angela recognized that mischievous grin but those eyes…those pathetic eyes were unrecognizable…tears were still full in them dropping. Angela shook her head in tears, her hand was still on his wet face. “I will pay you a lifetime fortune….that's the only I can be happy…I have to die…” “I can't hurt you, Antonio”. Antonio held her shoulders and shook her hard. “Listen to me, my life's messed up…you have to be realistic, I deserve to die, you are better off away from the Montero's”. Angela shook her head, still crying. “But I have fallen in love with you, I have given my heart to you”. “Fuck.”. Antonio cursed and dropped his hands weakly. Slowly he looked up at her, intensely. “You couldn't possibly love me…you don't know me Angela…you are making a mistake by being so nice to me, I have given you zero reason to consider my feelings”. Angela sobbed and started drying off his tears with her fingers. Antonio was stunned at every action of her. What is she doing? “That's not true…you helped me with the loan sharks and took care of my nieces when they were sick”. “With a painful condition”. He scoffed and looked away. “I don't care about the condition anymore. The fact is that you did it, it's enough to be grateful”. Angela smiled weakly in tears. He fell on her chest. His body was feverish, and the temperature was hot. She was certain he could hear her heart beating fast. “Promise me, no matter what you hear, no matter what anyone says you will always stay by my side, promise me”. He murmured against her chest. “No matter what, I will always stay by your side, Antonio”. There he burst into the loudest cry Angela ever heard from a man. “Antonio?” She whispered. “I am sorry, Angela…I am so sorry…”. He cried loudly. “Antonio it's okay… It's okay…” “You don't have to be nice to me, I am horrible…my life is messed up…I am crazy… I will hurt you …” Angela pulled his face from her chest and held it up. They both stare into each other eyes. “I want you to open your heart to me, let me share your pain…let me be your healing…let me be the reason you want to live again. I don't care about all that, Antonio…I…I …love you, Antonio”. She sobbed and kissed him. Antonio's eyes widened in shock…for a minute he was like that…then his eyes softened and rolled her on top of him. Just to hug her tighter, Angela kissed him and wrapped her hands around his neck. His heart was beating like crazy and his body hit It made her wonder who abused who. He got a fever…while she was feeling a little better than before, although still sore down there. They stayed glued to each other, naked bodies pressed on each other…until she heard him snore once. That was when she realized he had fallen asleep. Angela lifted her face from the chest and stared at him. How weird she never had this close look at him while sleeping. He is a lot more attractive than ever. “I sincerely wish you could tell me everything about you…Why don't you want to live anymore? How can I make you feel better?” She whispered and stroked his lower lip. She slowly got up from him, she could feel her body hurting from the back. I hope it wasn't a bad wound back there, she thought and walked slowly into the bathroom and in the tub. Antonio opened his eyes that instant. He heard Angela hissing out in pain, and he had to cover his ears with the pillow. “I wanted her to be mine, but now I really wanted to let her go…I will be nothing to her but a pain in the ass… Literally”. He scoffed and cleaned the tears under his eyes. “I am so pathetic, what was I thinking crying like that in front of a woman, worse a woman whom I abused? She was the one consoling me instead, what a way to go, Antonio…like she will actually understand your feelings”. He covered his face, then slowly glanced towards the bathroom door. Angela heard footsteps and stopped her wincing sound. Antonio drew the curtain. “Antonio…” “I will clean you up…”he said, slowly taking her leg. Angela panicked. “No, don't worry, I was just going to sit here to relieve my pain”. Antonio noticed her flexing her arms. He had a flashback of him dragging her hands back. “Then I will give you a massage, your body must be hurting”. Angela gave him a nervous smile. He went to her back and started massaging her shoulder. None said a word to each other, when he was down, he walked to her front and took her hand gently. Angela winced as he tried to massage the joint. “I am sorry”. “It's okay, it doesn't hurt so much…I will get used to it”. “To the pain?” He looked up at her. Angela swallowed and looked down. The silence returned once again. She stole a glance at him and saw that he was still staring at her, quickly she looked away. “Angela?” “Yes?” Her heart skipped. “What do you want to know about me?” He was staring at her in the eyes so intensely she couldn't handle it. Angela looked down again, her cheeks burning! Did he hear her say that she wish he could share back then? Why this all of a sudden? All that's in her head are questions about his relationship with Diana. What Diana was really like to him, but her question will definitely get him upset. “Well…not…nothing”. “Oh alright”. He said sadly and continue massaging her arms. Angela noticed his long face. “I just wanted to know what made you attracted to Diana, how do you see her?” Antonio paused, he didn't look up, then continued massaging her arm. “Diana, she is very pretty but that wasn't the first impression I have about her. She was the only one who was there for me…when I needed someone the most.” She noticed his brows tightened at that statement, as though he had a flashback. “She was the older one so she literally took care of me, she is compassionate and a freak in bed”. He looked at her. Angela looked away immediately, but her stained cheeks were still very visible. “Oh I see…” Angela mumbled. “How are you feeling now?” Angela gets up from the tub, and flexes her arms. “A lot better, thanks”. She smiled at him. He nodded and walked back to the bedroom. Angela had thought he would take her hand, but why is he suddenly cold and distant. Maybe she was just exaggerating, but then she went into the bedroom. He was sleeping on the couch. She sadly went and lay on the bed.