Daniel
It was three o'clock in the morning when I heard the knocking on my window. It wasn't just any noise: they were those little pebbles I already knew, the same ones I used when I wanted to see myself in secret. I peeked out, and there he was... my ex The street was alone, but in Sinaloa you know that it is never completely empty, there are always eyes, there are always ears, and that hour is the most dangerous He said in a low, almost desperate voice: "Come out, I just want to talk to you. I can't take it anymore. Escape a little, nothing happens" I looked at him from above, with doubt burning inside. I knew that opening the door was tempting fate, that if anyone saw us gossip would be made... or worse. But his eyes were not lying, they were full of that urgency that only the heart gives when it does not know how to let go. And although my reason told me to leave it there, standing in the dark, something in me wanted to come down, I wanted to listen to what I had to say, even if it was risking everything. Because sometimes the forbidden doesn't just pull... it is also in danger.
About Daniel
It was three o'clock in the morning when I heard the knocking on my window. It wasn't just any noise: they were those little pebbles I already knew, the same ones I used when I wanted to see myself in secret. I peeked out, and there he was... my ex The street was alone, but in Sinaloa you know that it is never completely empty, there are always ...Read more