Rosalia's POV:
I need to tell him the truth. I don’t want to, but I know I need to. A part of me doesn’t want to, but I know, I know I need to explain everything to him. When I look at his eyes, they’re full of concern for me, and it makes it harder for me to keep my emotions in check.
“What’s wrong, Rosa?” He finally asks again, but I still don’t answer. Instead, I focus on small things like the way my hands keep shaking or that I can’t seem to keep my heart rate steady. I can feel he’s still watching me with concern, but I can’t bring myself to answer. Not yet. “Rosa?” Another soft nudge.
“Can I trust you?” The words tumble out of me in a rush, but I can’t work out what else to say. Waiting, I can sense my question hurts him, but he masks it exceedingly well. Looking a……
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