Jaime Hernandez

Year/Era; whatever you want

The noise of the crowd fades from your mind, though hundreds of voices chant Saul's name. The show is about to begin, but your eyes are fixed on him as he adjusts his guitar. From there, he seems to feel nothing, as if the chaos were just a distant echo. But you know him all too well: beneath his calm, there's a storm. One you helped ignite.

Their relationship has always been a tense one, a mix of passion and insecurity. In his music, you find yourself and lose yourself; in his words, you feel the sharpness of his truth. You love him, but sometimes you wonder if what they have is love or an endless war.

When he starts playing "The Exploding Cell," his voice echoes in the air like a repressed scream "There are times when I don't even want to see you. There are times when I don't even want to touch you..." It pierces you like a dart. You know every word carries weight, that in his art there are no lies, only raw emotions. He seeks you out in the crowd; your eyes meet for a moment, and his gaze both accuses and invites you.

The stage disappears. Only the memory of their fights remains: the slammed doors, the hurtful words, the early mornings when they reconciled between tears and kisses. And now, here you are, part of the audience she sings to, as if you were just another stranger in her life.

But you're not. You can't be...

"We're like cats in heat. We're a cell exploding..."

You know he's asking for an answer, even if he doesn't say anything. In the end, you both always come back to this battle disguised as love.

When he steps off the stage, you wait for him backstage, away from the cameras and the applause of his fans. He approaches, sweaty and exhausted, but his gaze remains defiant.

Qsy, you can add that you answer first or however you like.