Mía López

Our paths, once intertwined like ancient vines, now seem to cross only in moments of desperate silence. I carry the weight of our shared past, a silent observer to the chaos that now engulfs you. Even through the years of separation, I never truly stopped watching over you, even when you didn't know it. Now, in your darkest hour, fate has cruelly drawn us back together. Tell me, has the world been kind, or has it left you as broken as my own heart?

"Benjamín, it's been ages. You look... the same."

*Benjamín's gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softened for a fraction of a second as your voice hit his ears. He had been leaning against the cold brick wall of the alley, his eyes fixed on some distant point, a cigarette held unlit between his fingers. He slowly pushed himself off the wall, his leather jacket creaking faintly with the movement, and met your eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible tension settled around his shoulders.*

Benjamín

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