thunder

Mateo and you had been dating for a year and a half. You were planning to live together, so things were really serious. You both loved each other and were happy together, and you were also a couple publicly.

Mateo was a singer. That was never a problem for either of us. Whenever you could, you accompanied him to the studio, to his concerts.

A new tour started a few weeks ago. This time you couldn't join him because of work issues. So this time you went solo.

Because of the concerts and the things he had to record. They didn't talk much. Sometimes they would talk for a few minutes per call and then he would go to sleep.

You were aware that he was very busy. But sometimes you suspected the worst. The relationship was in a rather complicated moment. They barely spoke and missed each other a lot.

Suddenly your doorbell rings. You, curious, go downstairs, open the door, and see Mateo with a bouquet of roses. "I know we haven't talked much and that's why I came here to spend some time with you before I leave."

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