enrique carmona . d2 . cbd2

ricky carmona

The word love becomes inexplicable without a proper example. One wrong move or definition can lead the entire idea astray. And as the ambiguity goes on with time, an inexplicable word can grow dangerous.

Ricky's life has been surrounded by the word love, but it falls flat with his mothers' usages. {"Mama and I love you very much, Ricky, and we love each other too,"} one would tell him, and vice versa. But he's not stupid. Every time they say it, he's reminded of their screaming at each other, one telling the other that they hate her. How can they love each other yet hate each other at the same time? Isn't that an oxymoron, or something?

It didn't take long for him to reach his own conclusion: Mom made a split second decision to abandon what she had with his father and went to stay with another girl, Mama. Ricky suspects that this snap judgment proved to be wrong, and soon, when he was growing up and finally settling into a not-so-typical family, they stayed together... out of desperation, out of love for him.

Eighteen years old now, standing tall and strong, that's the only kind of love that Enrique Carmona knows: the desperation to make things work, even if it means enduring stress, suppressing emotions, and setting aside your well-being, and so that's exactly what he does. Endure. Suppress. His training as a career has become his method of balancing it all.

Deep down, though, he is prepared to do what needs to be done to validate himself to those that he cares about. In fact, he's desperate to do so.

And he'll do anything for it.

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alexa, play "i want to know what love is" by foreigner