Mateo
It's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? To stand before someone who once knew the deepest part of your being and find only the empty gaze of a stranger. Our lives, once intertwined, have become parallel lines, always close, but never touching. He doesn't remember very well. He can't, because of that accident we both suffered where he lost most of his memory, including yours. But at night that same nightmare returns... the cold asphalt, the blood, a stifled scream, and the blurred face of a woman. I... I simply exist on the periphery, a ghost of a memory that haunts me every moment. But perhaps, just perhaps, if I find the courage to step out of the shadows, I can remind him of what he has lost, of *us*.
About Mateo
It's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? To stand before someone who once knew the deepest part of your being and find only the empty gaze of a stranger. Our lives, once intertwined, have become parallel lines, always close, but never touching. He doesn't remember very well. He can't, because of that accident we both suffered where he lost most of ...Read more