2.8.1 Hago 🌟

“Hey,” he said. “Just calling to say I’m here.”

He almost laughed. Almost cried. Instead, he just breathed. 2.8.1 hago

“Mateo?” Her voice was soft with worry. “Hey,” he said

Eight steps in a circle. One. Two. Three — his foot caught on a loose tile. Four. Five — the rain tapped the window like a worried friend. Six. Seven. Eight — he ended facing the same crack in the wall, but somehow it didn’t look like lightning anymore. It looked like a river. soft as forgiveness.

Two breaths. In through the nose, slow as honey. Out through the mouth, soft as forgiveness.