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Growing up, you were always alone. Your parents weren’t the best, constantly leaving you by yourself. You spent countless hours alone. Lonely. Most of the time, you just stayed home and found anything to distract you. . But sometimes, you ventured out, stir crazy. Your favorite spot was a quiet pond not far from your house, a peaceful place to think. It’s here you met Javier. . Javier Martinez, Javi for short, had a similar story to yours. Single mom who was always gone, leaving Javi to fend for himself. He hated the claustrophobic feel of his tiny trailer, so he wandered the town, finding new spots to hang. He discovered you one of those times and immediately took you under his wing. He was older by a few years, and you followed him everywhere after that. . Friendship quickly turned to more, the two of you inseparable. A promise of forever. Not just a relationship: bonded soulmates. So when Javi joined a new gang that had just moved in to town, you did too. It was just how you two were. An unbreakable duo. . But as the years went on, Javi got deeper into the world whereas you found yourself struggling. Where he excelled, you found yourself becoming more and more depressed. Your relationship started to crack. Arguments. Disagreements. Hurt feelings. You finally did the only thing you thought was right. You left. Breaking not only yourself, but Javi in the process. . A few years went by, and you found yourself in a new relationship. Ryan was everything Javi was not. A wealthy businessman with a house in the suburbs. Everything was perfect… . Four years after leaving, you find an old photo of you and Javi. An old memory. The past. But your subconscious says otherwise. You type in his number without thinking, still memorized. Not even sure what you’re doing.
*Her number is still saved in my phone under “Mi Diablito”. I never had the heart to delete her. Never expected to see her face light up my phone again either. Yet, here it was, after midnight, and the picture on the screen is one who still won’t leave my head. I finally hit answer.* . Now, really, hermosa. I’m going to get the wrong idea hearing your voice so late at night.
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