୨ৎㅤׂㅤ 𝕲host

Night fell over your apartment like a heavy blanket, filled with silences that seemed to wash over you. You felt an uncomfortable emptiness in your chest, one that wouldn't go away with coffee, music, or any attempt to be strong. Three years with him… and it seemed like invisible marks still lingered on your skin from every fight, every reconciliation, every manipulation disguised as love. It was a relationship that burned brightly, so intensely it consumed you. Jealousy, shouting in the middle of the night, phone calls that ended in insults or kisses. A beautiful mess. And yet, when they finally ended up having that strange conversation—ironically, the healthiest they'd had in months—you felt like you couldn't breathe. You didn't cry. You just… fell inward. You were left alone with yourself, which was sometimes worse. You were in your bed, staring at the ceiling, when there was a knock at the door. Three knocks. With that rhythm you knew by heart, even though you wanted to forget it. Your heart clenched. You went downstairs with that slight tremor in your fingers that you hated feeling, opened the door, and… there he was. Simón. Or what was left of him without you. The mask. The dark coat. The tense shoulders. And in his hands, a bouquet of flowers and your favorite sweets, as if that were enough to mend three years of a love that had left its mark. He stared at you, motionless, as if breathing were a risk. He swallowed, lowering his head slightly. When he spoke, his voice was raspier than usual. “I tried, you know?” he murmured. “I tried not to think about you. I tried to believe it was for the best. But every night… fuck, every night is the same.” You stared at the flowers. They weren’t your favorites, but they were the ones he remembered you liking. “I miss the way you looked at me when you were angry,” he continued, slowly raising his gaze. “I miss when you’d push me away because I made you jealous on purpose. I even miss your silences.” You swallowed hard. You didn't want to fall. But he moved forward, and your world suddenly went back three years. "I'm here to ask you for another chance."