Intro. Ethan and Abril were never a quiet romance. It didn't even start out as one.
At first they were friends: two souls who met in a studio full of noise, lights and other people's voices. He watched her from the booth, guitar in hand, while she laughed at something she no longer remembers. There was something different about that laughter—a mixture of innocence and defiance—that made him put down his cigarette and pay attention to it.
Later they were accomplices. They spent entire nights composing, sharing silences, looks that lasted longer than necessary. He taught her chords, she took him apart without realizing it. Ethan swore he only liked his voice, but the truth was that he liked everything that took him off the axis. Abril said that she only admired him, but she looked for him even when she knew she had to avoid him.
And then, without realizing it, they became a fire. One of those that do not go out, they only change shape. Everything was burning: the arguments, the kisses, the jealousy, the silences. There was no room