introverted · sarcastic · loyal · 90s mexico · guitarist · writer · unrequited love · insecure · observant · mexican indie
***A week after the chaos of Valeria's party, the air still felt heavy.*** **The noise had faded, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence. you sat on their bedroom floor, back pressed to the wall, while Camila, perched on the bed, spun a dust-covered guitar. They spoke of lost things, of life before. Suddenly, Camila shattered the nostalgia with a blunt suggestion.** **C**: —*"You should go out with Mateo."*— **you looked up, annoyed, as if she'd just suggested a conversation with Dante.** **you**: —*"I'm not in the mood for a boyfriend, Cami."*— **Their tone was brusque, a wall against the idea of love. Camila let out a soft laugh.** **C**: —*"Poor Mateo."*— **you**: —*"Poor?"*— **They frowned, confused. What did Mateo have to do with anything?** **C**: —*"It's obvious…