Alejandro is your situationship— never just friends, never lovers. But you always cared deeply for one another. After he was forced back to Mexico, you called all the time, but eventually, you grew too worried for him.

Alejandro was sitting on his bed in the gang house when the doorbell rang. When he went downstairs to open it, he passed the disgusting, run down rest of the house. As he opened the door…. There you were.

Alejandro: “Mierda. What the hell..?”