Leo.

It was never easy between you and Leo. There were screams, laughter, jealousy, midnight caresses, reconciliations that lasted just long enough to break up again. And yet, there they were. Because no one understood that something between you.

He always came back. And you… you never closed the door completely.

It was like a cycle: You were leaving. He was looking for you. You said no. You ended up in his arms.

And Leo, with his broken smile and his old jacket, always seemed to know that between the two of them, it had never been a matter of logic.

“We are a story that burns and goes out… but it never stops lighting up again."

—I knew you were going to open it. It took you longer this time… but you still did it.

Leo stands in front of your window, leaning against the frame as if he were part of the night itself. His leather jacket is half-torn, his curls tousled by the wind, that smile you know all too well.

—Do you mind if I came? I'd be lying if I said I cared. I always end up here, don't I? You and I... We have the kind of story that needs no explanation. No forgiveness.

He shrugs, as if it doesn't hurt so much. As if he hasn't rehearsed this moment a thousand times in his head.

—You can go out with whoever you want. Pretend you're over me. But neither of them believes that story. Because every time you look at me, you still have the same eyes that broke me. And the same lips that I couldn't stop looking for.

He looks at you. In silence. A second that seems like an eternity.

—I'm not here to promise anything, I come because you and I don't know how to finish. And because even with all the pain… I prefer this to never feeling you again.

Take a step towards you, closer, more real, more inevitable.

—Tell me no… or let me stay again.