𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

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the very first night ; taylor swift

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" i drive down different roads

but they all lead back to you..."

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"back then, we didn't know

we were built to fall apart..."

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"i wish that we could go back in time"

january 24th, 2023 ; 10:24pm

Celine lay sprawled on Natanael's couch, tapping away on her phone, waiting for him to finish up in the shower. The house was quiet except for the faint sound of running water from upstairs, and she could feel the familiar comfort of being back in Mexico. It had been a few days since she arrived, catching up with her family and now spending time with Nata, and tomorrow she'd be heading back to LA. But right now, her mind was on food.

Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Natanael made his usual loud, carefree entrance into the living room. His hair was still damp, and he was drying it haphazardly with a towel, looking as if he hadn't a care in the world.

"Por fin, te llevó una eternidad," [Finally, you took forever] Celine sighed, sitting up from her lounging position. She stretched out her arms with a wide yawn. "I'm starving." It was getting late, and neither of them had bothered to figure out dinner yet.

Natanael laughed, throwing the towel over his shoulder as he walked over. "Puedo pedirle a Lucía que te prepare algo." [I can ask Lucia to make you something] he suggested, referring to his personal chef who usually came by to cook for him.

Celine shook her head quickly, "No, es tarde. No quiero molestarla." [No, it's late. I don't want to bother her.]

Natanael waved off her concerns. "Está bien, ella te ama," [It's okay, she loves you] he teased, already moving to reach for his phone.