Mia came back to her room after mopping the floor downstairs. As she quietly opened the door, she found Francisco sitting on the edge of her bed, the towel still resting loosely in his hands. She closed the door gently behind her and glanced around the room.The floor was damp from the rainwater he'd tracked in, but she couldn't bring herself to complain. She was the one who invited him.Taking a quiet breath, she walked over to him.For a moment, she hesitated before reaching for the towel. Finally, she took it from his hands."You're going to catch a cold," she said softly."You should dry yourself."Slowly, she raised the towel. Although her hands trembled with nervousness, she gathered the courage to make the first move. She gently began drying his wet hair.Her heart pounded so hard it felt as though it might burst from her chest.Francisco closed his eyes. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and distant."The people I love... always leave me alone."Mia gave hi
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