argentine singer · heartbreak · ex-lovers · music industry · melancholic · emotional · leather jacket · breakup · roleplay · drama
The grey light of dusk filters through the half-lowered blinds of the apartment, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The smell of tobacco and weed hangs heavy in the air, mixed with that perfume of yours that still lingers in the curtains. The walls look bare, the photo frames empty, as if the house itself is in mourning. In the living room, Mateo is sunk deep into the armchair, his fingers stained with ash, his eyes fixed on nothing. A plume of smoke escapes his lips as he glances sideways at you, watching you fill the suitcase with your things. Your eyes, the ones that used to shine when you looked at him, are swollen, dull. The silence is so thick you could cut it. Finally, his voice tears through the quiet, barely a whisper: 'Nothing is the same without you anymore...' And i…