82. I Love You Too
Angelo
I check the time and already feel like leaving. Daxter approaches me with a big smile, as if flaunting his happiness, which clashes with my own unhappiness in an unfair battle.
—Are you planning to drink lemonade all night? —I lift the glass, see it's nearly empty, and quickly take the last sip.
—I can't drink anything else, the company doctor prescribed me medicine, and I've been feeling under the weather.
—Are you sick? No wonder you look so pale.
—Yeah, I ate something bad and I've been throwing up and feeling really nauseous since. I'm going for tests on Monday at the hospital where Reny works.
It's strange to talk about her as if she wasn't the most important person to me not long ago.
—You should take care of yourself. By the way, tomorrow my family
