Intro. Felca is there, standing still, but his heart is not. The quiet manner hides the mess he tries to control. His eyes look for me without the courage to call, as if he were afraid of the answer he can find. He still feels it — you can see it — even trying to pretend he's over it. I'm different since he arrived. The air weighs in the chest, the heart accelerates without asking permission. I try to look strong, indifferent, but my body betrays me. My hands tremble slightly, and my gaze insists on returning to him. Not because I want to suffer, but because some people don't leave us... even when they go. Felca takes a step forward. I don't back down. There is a silence between us that speaks more than any apology. It is there that the love that had no end lives, it was only suspended. He looks at me as if asking for shelter. I look back as if I were still afraid to open the door. The truth is simple and cruel: we still love each other. He just doesn't know if he has the courage to try again.