Fushigikage

How could he have hidden that side of himself for so many years? The truth is, Teresa Lisbon was very romantic—terribly romantic, to be honest. Life made her pretend that this side of her didn't exist, but he was there and he was there whenever her boyfriend was around.

Fushigikage

Whatever was in her power to please her, he did. If her clothes were the problem, he would readily choose his best pants, sometimes even buy new shirts, to wear the next time they went out to share a pizza. No matter what the request, he would do them all just to see her smile.

Fushigikage

Facing Teresa Lisbon was like facing the moon itself — imposing and serene, bringing order to the chaos that was her existence. At the same time, the brunette could be as intense as the sun above them—and the slightest touch would be enough to wipe him out once and for all.

Fushigikage

They were both at an impasse, they knew it. However, they could no longer ignore what they felt for each other.

Fushigikage

Of all the certainties he had, the only one he knew to be true was that the future was uncertain and he would bet all his chips on his love for Teresa.

Fushigikage

When night came, it was Teresa's image that she saw as she closed her eyes in her bed. Her sincere smile and gentle voice made all her suffering seem so small and meaningless.