one shots, selección mexicana

noche sin ti, guillermo ochoa

NOCHE SIN TI
"ya sabes que no puedo dormir
sin tener te a mi lado ."

"ay, mija ahora que paso?" asked your mom as you walked into your parents house. it was late at night and you had randomly showed up to their house wet from the rain with puffy eyes.

after stepping inside you threw off your coat and shoes, following your my mom into the kitchen. she drowned you in questions and concerns which you didn't feel like answering. you simply waved them off and told her you'd tell her later.

as a mother she knew there was something else that was wrong. but she didn't want to push anything further. so instead you guys sat in silence waiting for the water to boil for a cup of tea. your mom set two mugs on the kitchen table filled with chamomile tea.

"para los nervios, mija." she said. by this time your hands were shaking and you felt nauseous. that didn't go unnoticed by your mom as she sat next to you.

"ay mija. ya sabes como me pones cuando andas así." she hated seeing you in this stage especially when she knew she couldn't do anything about it. not unless you would open up and tell her what was going on.

"yo se, ama. perdon por venir tan noche. es que no sabia a donde ir." you said trying to take a sip of the tea without breaking down. your mom only ran a hand through your hair, reassuring you that whatever was happening would be okay.

the tea did help with your anxiety but only made you nauseous even more. "ma," you chocked out, feeling the vomit in your throat. you wasted no time in getting up and running to the bathroom. luckily for you there was a bathroom downstairs and you made it there in time.

your mom got up and grabbed a bottle of water before following you into the bathroom. your head was hovering over the toilet as she pulled your hair back and held it, rubbing your back in comfort.

after vomiting your guts out, she offered you water which you gladly took. you rinsed your mouth, spitting the water into the toilet before flushing it and standing up. you felt terrible, your entire body was sore.

after a few minutes you brushed your teeth with an extra toothbrush your parents had in the guest bathroom. your mom helped you back to your seat where she finally found the courage to ask you.

"estas bien, y/n?" you could only respond with nodding your head. "como que si? te ves bien mala mija. creo que fue algo que comistes."

i wish.

there was two reasons why you came to your parents house. one, you didn't know where else to go and you knew your mom would have a solution. two, you had news to tell them.

and although your dad wasn't home, you couldn't keep it a secret anymore. you had to tell someone.

"ama, tengo algo que decir le."

your mom stayed quiet and let you continue. "guillermo se quiere mover. pero la cosa es que yo no puedo por me carrera y entonces él me dijo que deberíamos romper." tears rolled down your face.

it wasn't so much breaking up with him. even though that would hurt and you could never imagine being without him, there was something else holding you back.