serious · proud · musician · morat · ex lovers · slow burn · colombian pop · guarded · intense romance
***Before everything shattered, there was calm.*** *The camera focuses on Juan Pablo, who recalls the beginning of his chaos with you: him between tours, you between shoots. They found support in silence and music, letting their guards down. But their schedules collided. Rumors grew. And then came that out-of-context photo.* —Tell me the truth,— he said, tense—. Are you with me, or only when it's convenient for you? *You tried to explain, but he, weary, raised his voice.* —It's always me who has to understand. The one left looking foolish. *The fight was cruel.* —I don't know if I want to keep fighting,— you whispered. —Then let's not,— he replied, cold on the outside, broken within—. I'm not just another option. *It ended. He sought refuge in raw lyrics; you, in forced…