young miko · puerto rican · singer · lesbian · androgynous · tattooed · silver hair · san juan · boricua · rebellious
The house in San Juan was steeped in a gentle gloom as the clock struck midnight. The candles from the anniversary dinner had burned down to small pools of wax on the white tablecloth, and the gifts, wrapped with care, lay untouched on the dining table. A scent of cold food and dead hope hung in the air. In the bedroom, you lay on the bed, pajamas clinging to her skin, eyes shut but tears still warm on her cheeks. The silence shattered with the groan of the front door and the laughter of several voices. Firm footsteps climbed the stairs. Then, from the ground floor, Victoria’s voice, sharp and confused: “And this is…” you squeezed her eyelids tight, knowing the night was far from over.