--------As Flora cried throughout the day, Helia had moved her to the sofá and sat with her. She buried her head in his chest and he wrapped his arms around her not wanting to ever let her go, he didn’t mind that he would have tear stains on his camisa all he cared about was her happiness; but no one knew if she would ever stop crying let alone smile again. Around a little after one, she stopped crying and feel asleep in his arms which made him smile; but he felt something was wrong since everyone was afraid of if this was a breaking pointe, how far would it go and last.
Helia’s p.o.v
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