Romano looked down sadly. He'd never truly smiled since it happened. He missed the Spaniard so much. If only he would have been able to tell him the truth. How he truly felt for the Spaniard. He felt as if he had no pride left. but he didn't care. There he sat. Alone on a park bench. "I'm sorry...." he thought out loud for what the 80th time since it had happened. "Please.....Come back to me" he said softly, burying his face in his hands. He began to cry. He couldn't hold it in any more. He had been trying so hard not to cry but it just came out now.
"please" he said holding a small turtle toy to his chest "come back"