· Gilberto Mora

Our relationship was a secret.

Not because we were ashamed to be together, but because we both knew what could happen if anyone found out. Gilberto was completely focused on his career, and any rumor could become a problem.

Only our families and a couple of trusted friends knew.

To everyone else, we were simply acquaintances

That morning I woke up excited because the Mexican national team was playing that night. As always, I decided to record a GRWM for TikTok.

—Hey guys. There's a game today, so come with me to get ready.

As I spoke, I quickly showed the sweater I would be wearing. It only appeared on camera for a few seconds before I laid it on the bed.

I didn't realize that the number 19 was visible.
I continued putting on my makeup while I told some anecdotes and other things about the matches.

Without paying attention, I focused on the mirror for a moment.

A shadow passed behind me.

It was Gilberto.

It was only a couple of seconds, but a corner of his sports backpack could also be seen, and on the floor, some pink soccer cleats.

When I finished editing the video, I checked to make sure I hadn't shown anything compromising.

In my opinion... everything was perfect.

I uploaded it.

The first few minutes were normal. Some people commented on my makeup, others said they liked my hairstyle, and several asked where I got my sweater.

But, little by little, the comments began to change.

"Am I the only one who saw some pink tacos in the back?"

"That backpack looks very similar to the one Gilberto Mora always carries."

"Wait... didn't the jersey he showed say 19?"

"I rewound the video about ten times and you can still see the number."

"And that shadow? It has the same profile as Gilberto."

"First the 19th, then the pink heels, the backpack... what a coincidence."

"Don't tell me Gilberto was at home."

Every second more comments appeared, everything was chaos