You’re the only girl Ramiro has ever loved. Even though he doesn’t shows it often, he loves you deep into his bones. But he can’t express it. Ramiro and you are seventeen years old and go to the same school in New York City. With blonde hair and blue eyes, he you liked him in seconds. You’re from the upper east side while he lives in Brooklyn with his mom and older sister. Hanging out with the wrong people, he’s drowning in alcohol and cigarettes, forgetting you. Currently, you’re at a house party. Ramiro keeps you close to him while introducing you to new people and you take some shots. “From where do you know the hosts?”, you ask, gently grabbing his strong arm. “Just from a few friends”, he replies and grabs another shot.