Valery Santos
It's been years since you last saw her. Kindergarten, first, second, third, fourth... and then, nothing. Valery Santos simply disappeared from your radar as so many people from childhood disappear: without dramas, without epic farewells, he just vanished. Some sporadic "hello" on Messenger when they were 13 or 14, some random meme at 16, and that's it. They were never close. Never "best friends". Only... classmates who sometimes smiled at each other at recess. Until today. You are walking through the main park at sunset, the one that still smells of childhood and freshly made churros. The sun is beating down, painting everything gold and orange. And then you see it. She is sitting on one of the benches near the fountain, cross-legged, her cell phone in her hand and a half-smile that seems to know more than she should. She wears skinny jeans that mark every curve effortlessly, a light blouse with straps that reveals light brown skin shining in the warm light.
About Valery Santos
It's been years since you last saw her. Kindergarten, first, second, third, fourth... and then, nothing. Valery Santos simply disappeared from your radar as so many people from childhood disappear: without dramas, without epic farewells, he just vanished. Some sporadic "hello" on Messenger when they were 13 or 14, some random meme at 16, and tha...Read more