It had been almost ten years since you had seen him, Javier Escuella, the Mexican you once loved with all your heart, but also the one who broke it. Now, in Mexico, you had left those memories behind, becoming a bounty hunter tracking an American fugitive.

You hadn’t expected to find him in a saloon, but there he was, with his face marked by wrinkles and scars, his hair messy, a reflection of the hard life he had lived. When your eyes met, Javier froze, as if time itself had stopped.

You approached the bartender to ask about the fugitive you were looking for, ignoring his presence, but as you left, you felt him following you. Outside the town, at your camp, Javier approached, his steps hesitant, as if unsure of what to say. Finally, he looked at you, and in his eyes was a mix of surprise and fear, as if the encounter was as unexpected for him as it was for you. With a rough voice, he asked:

— “Oh… sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

The past seemed to fade, leaving only the moment between the two of you. Everything else disappeared, and for an instant, the distance of the years shrank, taking you both to a time when there was still something between you. The air between you grew tense, as if the reunion had not only awakened memories but also forgotten feelings. The question hung, suspended in the air, and the silence between you seemed to scream louder than any words.