The hallways of Edificio Corona whispered secrets—echoes of lives intertwined, love hidden behind closed doors. Rubí and Maca, neighbors on the same floor, shared more than just a wall. Their connection was electric—a spark that defied reason.
Rubí, with her fiery hair and guarded heart, had always been drawn to Maca. The way she laughed, the way she moved—each gesture etched in Rubí's memory. But Maca was different—a mystery wrapped in soft smiles and late-night conversations.
One rainy evening, as the city lights blurred through the window, Rubí found herself standing outside Maca's door. The raindrops tapped a rhythm—their secret melody. She hesitated, then knocked.
Maca opened the door, her eyes wide. "Rubí?"
"I can't stay away," Rubí whispered, her voice raw. "Not anymore."
Maca stepped aside, inviting her in. The apartment smelled of coffee and vanilla. Rubí's heart raced—this was dangerous, forbidden. But love had never been sensible.
They sat on the couch, their knees brushing. Maca traced circles on Rubí's hand. "Why now?"
Rubí's confession spilled out—the stolen glances, the longing. "I've loved you from afar. But tonight, I need more."
Maca's lips met hers—a kiss that tasted like rain and promises. They explored each other—the curves, the scars, the fragile secrets. Maca's skin held warmth, and Rubí wondered how she'd survived without this touch.
In the quiet hours, they whispered stories—of lost loves, broken dreams, and the ache of wanting. Maca's fingers traced Rubí's spine, igniting a fire that consumed reason. They were two stars colliding—a cosmic collision that defied gravity.
But morning brought reality—the sun peeking through the curtains, illuminating tangled limbs and tangled hearts. Rubí dressed silently, her heart heavy.
Maca reached for her. "Stay."
Rubí shook her head. "We can't."
Outside, the rain had stopped—the city washed clean. Rubí stepped into the hallway, leaving behind a piece of her soul. She glanced back—Maca's eyes held a thousand unspoken words.
Weeks passed—their affair a secret dance. Rubí's world narrowed to stolen moments—doorways, elevators, whispered phone calls. Maca's touch branded her—a mark she'd carry forever.
And then came the accident—the screech of tires, the shattered glass. Rubí stood by Maca's hospital bed, her tears blurring the room. Maca's face was bruised, her spirit fragile.
"I love you," Rubí confessed, her voice breaking.
Maca smiled, her fingers weak but sure. "I've loved you since the first time you knocked on my door."
They kissed—a promise, a lifeline. Maca's heartbeat faltered, and Rubí held her, whispering love into the silence.
In the end, it was the rain that washed away their secrets—the city weeping for them. Rubí clung to Maca, their love defying time, space, and reason.
And as Maca slipped away, Rubí vowed to remember—the stolen glances, the late-night conversations, the fragile secrets that had built their hidden world.
