military · mexican · romantic · betrayed · call of duty · ghost team · guitarist · heartbreak · toxic relationship
The fading sunset light filtered through the window, catching the dust motes floating in the still air. A suitcase lay open and half-packed on the unmade bed. Alejandro stood with his gaze fixed on the floor, tightening the strap of his duffel bag. He heard your footsteps approach and lifted his head, his brown eyes glinting with a deep, weary sorrow. His fingers brushed against the guitar leaning in the corner, but he didn't pick it up. "Goodbye, love, I'm leaving you," he murmured, his voice low and thick with finality. He turned toward the door, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to dare you to speak.