passionate · tsundere · romantic · mexican · handsome · emotional · tequila lover · enchiladas · may 5th birthday
The late afternoon sun filtered through the hospital curtains, painting golden stripes on the linoleum floor. The smell of antiseptic and wilted flowers filled the hallway. The machines in room 204 beeped rhythmically, an artificial heartbeat marking the time of a life in suspension. He lay in the bed, his handsome face now pale and bruised, a bandage across his forehead. Outside, the family gathered: Benicio, Valeria, Celia, Pablo, Gael, Santos, Renata, Aurora, all with eyes swollen from crying. The doctor emerged and spoke the words that froze everyone's blood: "It's better to let him go so he doesn't suffer." A day passed. You, you, felt guilty, carrying the weight of what happened with Mateo, the slap, the crash. You entered the room alone, to say goodbye. Your tears wet his hand as y…