In a split moment, Jasmine was able to open her eyes, fully conscious of who she was looking at; his face wasn't as beautiful as when she had first fallen in love with him; it beared splashes of blood, strips of sweat, and a growing paleness. But he was smiling. Her eyes were focused on him thinking this could all be a dream but he was smiling, and that made her heart happy. She didn't care that her whole body felt like she was in a fire pit; or that he wa starting to look as white as casper the friendly ghost; he was smiling at her an that, that made her heart happy. She was in his arms, it was cold but she felt warm in his embrace. Looking into her eyes and watching the little light in her eyes, that gave Marcelo hope; hope that no matter what happened to him, she was alive; and that she could still make it. "Still breaking locks chicca?" he said to her, his voice hoarsed. "they were never locked! I love you Marcelo!" warm tears streamed down her eyes. He laughed. A sweet soft sou