His words brought tears into Amaira's eyes. Holding the strap of her bag, she controlled her streams of tears and silently walked off the place without uttering even a single word or showing her face to him anymore.
Ryan looked at Amaira's figure and somehow he felt holes in his heart. Staring at Javier with a frown settled on his forehead, "there was no need to be rude."
"I...It wasn't entirely my intention.." Javier knew that he committed a mistake but there was no way to correct it. Moreover, his heart was still persistent to hold memories that stick to his mind like glue. Getting them out is never an easier task.
Jennifer stared at Amaira, whose excited mood had turned into a gloomy one. She looked at Javier and passed him daggers, "You could have been polite to her. She is your baby sister."
