Maria
His parents probably had a lot of questions to ask.
"Do you love my son, Maria?" His voice came slicing through the air and also Maria's heart. Love? Love in her books could as well be called 'pen' or 'grass' cause it held no weight. Maria was convinced she didn't know what that word meant, she had yet to experience it, platonic or romantic. Love was another of those unhealthy addictions seldom talked about, love was weakness, a drawback, and the very first step in a streak of horrible mistakes. As a matter of fact, she was convinced she had never loved anyone—wholly or not, or maybe she had but is yet to recognize it for what it is.
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