Dying Without You

Leandro buttoned up the last button on his shirt, staring into the mirror. Even after a long bath that mostly comprised of him sitting under the shower, his dark eye bags were but gone.

Leandro ran his hands through his hair and breathed out heavily. He could not stay without Larisa any longer. He was going to go meet her to explain everything to her and beg her as much as possible until she forgave him.

"Alright. Let's do this, Leandro" he looked away from the mirror and grabbed his phone and car key, ignoring the headache that troubled him.

He knew very well that no matter how bad he was feeling at the moment, Larisa was feeling worse. Betrayed, hurt, heartbroken. She was feeling all of that.

He walked out of his room and headed down, out of the mansion to his car. The heads of the guards bowed in respect but none of them uttered a word, afraid that Leandro could get rid of anyone if it irked him at the moment.

Leandro got into his car and ignited it into motion. He drove off, t