Three years, full of fights, tears, longing, and games. He always wanted her, but never touched her. She was in love. He was controlling. More than anything, she just wanted to be seen, be understood. But she always had to hold herself back She was the one who hugged him first. As if, if she didn't start, it would never happen. Then, after two and a half years of being alone, she came back Just for a month. She knew she still loved him. She knew, in the end, she'd be left alone. But that night, after everything, when her body calmed down and her heart was full of chaos, she reached out her hand, like she always did. This time, however... He was the one who came closer. Slowly, without words, without a smile He just hugged her. It was a silent confession. Like all the things he never said, this time he said: "I missed you too." "I wish I hadn't hurt you so much." "I loved you... but I didn't know how to love." But it was too late. That hug wasn't a beginning, nor a reconciliation. It was a goodbye in an embrace. "I lost... and you're still here." And the girl, in her heart, had only one thought: "It's too late... so late.