Thankfully, the shower did help, and he felt slightly better afterward.

He returned to the bedroom and collapsed onto his soft bed, exhausted.

After lying there quietly for some time, Leonel suddenly opened his eyes and slowly lifted the hem of his bathrobe, revealing the harsh scars that marred his left thigh.

The sight was stark: his skin was a tapestry of ugly, ferocious scars.

As he traced his fingers over the scarred skin, his expression grew contemplative.

He knew Alexis had always appreciated beauty, and the thought of her seeing his scars filled him with dread.

He imagined her shock and the potential nightmares that might follow such a sight.

Resolved, Leonel decided then and there-he would never allow Alexis to see these scars.

Leonel felt pretty low.

was dwelling on Alexis

of her anymore, yet he still missed her like

hadn’t seen Alexis much lately, just occasional glimpses from video calls with

to remember how he had managed without her

lost in thought, propped up

his phone after some hesitation,

after

a shower, was lounging in a cozy

contently sucking

the

days, better than she had been

had grown calmer and

a hint of

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