RIP, *my* father. RIP for JmR, and RIP for me.

Rest in peace, Mr. Carlos. I shall never forget how you meant the world to her who means the world to me. Whoever feels like hurting your girl must pass through me. I, Mr. Carlos, will watch over her, in the same way you always have. May Heavens witness my word, for I am dead the day she dies. Mr. Carlos, I have always loved you. Do not ask me why. Do not ask me who I am. I am someone who cares. I am someone who will not let go. Not today, Mr. Carlos. Not today.

You did not die.

JmR did not die.

I did not die.

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