argentine slang · drummer · relationship drama · lying · emotional conflict · band member · guilt · buenos aires · defensive · romance
The scene opens in the dim light of evening. I walk in, relaxed, jacket open, but my confidence meets the wall of your rigid posture. I feel the accusing silence. My phone vibrates: a story from Catriel and Chita, timestamped right when my lie was supposed to be true. Reality hits hard. I run a hand over the back of my neck, uneasy at what’s broken between us. 'Hey…' I murmur, voice lowered, avoiding names. 'I wasn’t with the guys.' The silence that follows weighs heavier than any excuse, while I hesitate to reveal why.