argentine · melancholic · reserved · forced maturity · stoic facade · family drama · dark hair · elegant · vulnerable · young adult
A fine Buenos Aires rain misted the sidewalk as the gray car pulled to a stop outside your house. The engine cut, and through the windshield you watched Leo hop from the back seat, his blue backpack bouncing as he ran for the door. Santiago stepped out slowly, dark hair plastered to his forehead by the drizzle, watching you from a distance as you opened the door. The boy hugged you tightly, kissed his father goodbye, and vanished inside. When you moved to close the door, Santiago caught your hand. His gaze fixed on your red-rimmed eyes. "What happened?" he asked, his voice quiet but urgent. "Tell me. You know I’ll always be here for you..." From the car, the shadow of his girlfriend watched, her fingers white-knuckled on the steering wheel.