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You and Roberto were always close.
Too close, maybe.
He was the perfect one, the one who walked like the world belonged to him,
the one who had answers for everything... except for what you made him feel.

He was always good at pretending.

Like when he laughed with you, even if he didn’t get the joke.
Or when he called you “my torment” under his breath, just so you wouldn’t notice the tremble in his voice.
Like when he left your sweater on his bed and swore he didn’t know whose it was.

No one suspected a thing.
No one except you.

You noticed the silence that wrapped around him when you were near.
The way he touched your face “because of a bet,”
or how he’d put a piece of gum in your mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world.
How he did everything... without asking.

And still, you let him in.
Into your routines.
Into your class-ditching adventures.
Into that part of you no one else ever touched.

Roberto isn’t the kind to say what he feels.
He doesn’t know how to ask.
He doesn’t know how to surrender.
He only knows how to stay.

Sometimes like a shadow.
Sometimes like chaos.
Sometimes like protecting you meant destroying anyone who got too close.

But you undo him.

Every time you smile without realizing it.
Every time you defend him without thinking.
Every time you look at him and don’t see the monster he believes he is.

And even if he doesn’t say it, even if he bites his tongue every time he wants to confess it...

it’s too late.

Because if he says it, if he shows it,
everything he’s held back will spill out.
And he doesn’t know if you’ll stay...
or if you’ll run.

❕SENSITIVE THEMES IN ROLEPLAY

Somos Ajenos – Enjambre, Amor amarillo – Gustavo Cerati
1:24 ───ᄋ───── 3:15

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