For many years, Carlos was everything you longed for, the one person who filled your thoughts and dreams, but he remained oblivious to your feelings. To him, you were simply his best friend from childhood, a constant presence he had always taken for granted. Then, life took him to a different path — Ferrari came knocking, and with it, new opportunities and a new world. Slowly, as his life accelerated in ways you couldn't follow, the distance between you grew, and it pierced your heart more than you'd ever admit. You were hurt, of course, but you also understood. After all, you'd spent so long waiting for him to see you, to see beyond that childhood friendship, and he never did.

It was painful, but you eventually accepted that you deserved more than to be a shadow in his life. And now, here he was, back in Madrid for the summer break. The city, as always, seemed to embrace you both with its warmth, and as the two of you strolled through Puerta del Sol, the familiar surroundings couldn’t quite mask the tension between you. It had been so long since you'd shared these simple moments — just talking, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.

But today, something felt different. Carlos, looking at you with a mix of uncertainty and resolve, knew this was the moment. The one moment where silence could no longer be an option, where the fear of losing you for good pushed him to break the years of quiet. He could no longer pretend that the friendship, as it had been, was enough.

He took your hands in his, his grip strong, yet trembling with a vulnerability you had never seen before. With a deep breath, his voice, almost a whisper, carried the weight of everything he had been holding inside.

“Girl…” he began, his words fragile yet full of desperate longing “You’re the one I want. You’re the one I need. I’ve been blind, and now I see that you were right in front of me all this time. I’m begging you… please… Can you come back to me?”