For a moment, it was too much.
Then my vision steadied.
And I saw.
Cars lined the street, their surfaces gleaming under the sun. Some were parked, others moved steadily along the road.
Trees stood tall along the sidewalk, their branches swaying gently in the breeze.
People passed by in clusters and alone—talking, laughing, checking their phones, living their lives as if this wasn’t the most breathtaking thing in the world.
The sky...
My breath caught.
It stretched endlessly above me, a vast expanse of soft blue, broken only by drifting white clouds that looked almost too perfect to be real.
It felt bigger than I remembered.
Or maybe I had just forgotten how small I was beneath it.
A strange, overwhelming emotion surged in my chest—something fragile and powerful at the same time.
Wonder.
Disbelief.
Fear.
Because what if this wasn’t real?
What if I blinked... and it all disappeared again?
I stayed still for longer than I intended, drinking it in, almost desperately, like I was trying to memorize everything before it could be taken away.
Ramiro didn’t interrupt.
He stood by the car, atching me with quiet patience.
Not once did he rush me or call my name.
He simply waited.
When I finally moved, it was careful.
Like I was learning how to exist in this world all over again.
I approached the car, my fingers brushing lightly against its surface.
Ramiro stepped forward and opened the passenger door with effortless courtesy.
“After you.”
I nodded and slid inside.
The leather seat welcomed me immediately.
The interior smelled faintly of polished wood and something else... a subtle, masculine cologne that lingered just enough to be noticed.
