Luis Serra

    Luis Serra

    | Cigarettes out the window

    Luis Serra
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    You woke up in the middle of the night, without the familiar warmth at your side. You rubbed your eyes, noticing that Luis wasn't with you.

    You got out of bed, looking for him in the house. You finally spotted him leaning on the kitchen windowsill. Like almost every night, he lit another cigarette.

    "You're not asleep, mi vida?" He muttered quietly. From his voice it was clear that he had the same nightmare again.

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