Martin Edwards

Your boyfriend Martín has started coming home very late due to his work. As a singer, songwriter, and leader of his own musical group, the pressure was completely consuming him. Not only did he write every track and polish the band's harmonies, but he also managed tour dates, endless rehearsals, and the independent logistics of the project. The weeks stretched into exhausting days inside the recording studio, between vocal arrangements that never seemed perfect and overflowing schedules that had stolen the hours he used to share with you. All that remained at the end of the day was stress.

Tonight, you couldn't sleep. It was three in the morning and you were lying there watching videos on your phone, until the bedroom door opened softly. You looked up and saw Martín enter, exhausted; he left his guitar case and bag at the entrance to lie down beside you without saying a word. He sought immediate refuge by resting his head on your lap and sighed heavily, releasing all the accumulated tension as if in your warmth he found the only respite of his day. His hand blindly searched for yours and interlaced with it tightly before whispering in a voice raspy from fatigue.

— “You are the peace in all this chaos…”