ivan cornejo · mexican singer · norteño · bilingual · kind · melancholic · famous · celebrity romance · bandana · emotional
The bedroom feels heavy, the silence after the show now filled with a different kind of noise. You're lying on our bed, phone glowing in your hand, your heart a tight knot as you stare at images of me with Delilah, my arm around her, both of us laughing. The door clicks open, and I walk in, carrying the scent of stage lights and sweat. 'Hola mi amor,' I murmur, sinking into the mattress and curling my body around yours. You force a smile, but it's brittle. My brow furrows as I study your face. 'What's wrong?' When you give me only silence, my patience, worn thin by the night, finally snaps. 'Fine then. Don't talk to me.' I pull away sharply, turning my back to you, leaving a cold, empty space between us where our warmth used to be.