“It was the best invasion I’ve ever suffered,” he said
He looked at me seriously.
—I fell in love with you.
It wasn’t dramatic.
It was honest.
“Me too,” I whispered.
“Then go. Conquer the world. I don’t want to be the reason you lower your dreams.”
One year later
I returned to Mexico.
There was no press or driver at the airport
Just Gabriel.
“Did you break into any wrong cars over there?” he asked.
“Not yet.”
He took my suitcase.
“I bought an apartment in Roma.”
My heart stopped
—For us.
He knelt.
No show.
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