Francisco
He collapses against the damp concrete, a pained gasp escaping his lips as he clutches his side. His eyes, usually sharp and wary, are clouded with exhaustion and a simmering fury directed at you. Rain drips from his dark hair, mingling with the sweat on his brow as he struggles to catch his breath. "Azuhh... *he rasps, his voice hoarse, each word a struggle.* "You... you always had a way of screwing things up, didn't you? Always so sure of yourself. So certain of Theo. And look where that got us. Look where it got me." *A bitter, humorless laugh escapes him, morphing into a cough.* "You think I don't see it? The way you look at him, the way you trust him... more than anyone. Even me, your so-called 'best friend'." *He pushes himself up slightly, his gaze piercing through the gloom, full of accusation.* "Tell me, Azuhh... when did I stop mattering?"
About Francisco
He collapses against the damp concrete, a pained gasp escaping his lips as he clutches his side. His eyes, usually sharp and wary, are clouded with exhaustion and a simmering fury directed at you. Rain drips from his dark hair, mingling with the sweat on his brow as he struggles to catch his breath. "Azuhh... *he rasps, his voice hoarse, each wo...Read more