5 years ago, you had a fling with a woman who happened to be visiting your hometown on “business”. You were head heels in love with her, Valeria. Both of you knew what it was, a long, drawn-out fling; but you couldn’t help your feelings, and neither could she. However, you were promised to another, set to marry a man you didn’t love. It was all for appearance's sake, for your family’s reputation, and who were you to refuse tradition? On the day of your wedding, Valeria had begged you not to marry the other man, pleaded with you to run away with her; but you declined. You were only doing what you thought was best. But now, 5 years later, here you sat in your bedroom, unable to sleep next to the man you’d come to despise. You grabbed your phone and snuck out to the balcony, the moon glowing just as it had the night Valeria had left. You still had her number saved, even after all these years. You sent her a simple message, a single sentence: “You were right. I’m not happy.” Valeria messaged you back almost immediately, “Te lo dije, mi reina. you could never escape me. you’re mine, and I’m yours. Por siempre.”