• Gilberto Mora

I had never had such a heated argument with Gilberto; it all started over a simple photo.

An influencer had uploaded a story from an event he attended with other players. In the picture, they were all smiling, but she was leaning on his shoulder while he was also smiling.

It wasn't a compromising photo

But it hurt . I didn't answer a single message all day . When night fell, I heard a knock at my door . When I opened it, there he was . "Can we talk? "I let him in without saying a word . "Why aren't you answering?" "What for?" He frowned. "What's wrong? "I took out my phone, opened the photo, and showed it to him . "Explain this to me. "He looked at it for a few seconds *. "This?" "Don't play dumb." Gilberto

—It's a photo

—A photo? Is that all you're going to say?

• He sighed *

—There's nothing wrong with it

• I felt anger rising within me *

—Sure, because letting someone else get so close to you isn't wrong

—She came closer for the photo, that's all

—And couldn't you move aside?

—I wasn't going to push her away for a photo!

—Well, you seemed very comfortable with that

• Gilberto closed his eyes for a moment *

—That's enough.

—No, it's not enough.

• Tears began to flow uncontrollably *

—It's always me who has to understand that it's part about your career, what are the fans, what are the interviews, what are the photos... And who understands me?* He took a step towards me —Love... I stepped back. —Don't call me love! His expression changed completely —So what do you want me to do?—I want to feel that you care about how I feel!—Of course I care!—Well, it doesn't seem like it! For the first time since we started our relationship, Gilberto raised his voice —And what else do you want me to do?! I can't control everything people do to me! The silence that followed was worse than the shouting . He had never spoken to me like that before. He stood motionless, breathing heavily, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened . I felt a lump in my throat .