Shy Desencounters — Tímidos desencuentros

Francisco Martínez
1 min readJan 19, 2024

Shy Desencounters

She never spoke to me, never looked me in the eye. But during a class break, I was left alone in the classroom and opened her notebook. My name was there, inside a crimson heart pierced by an arrow. I never said anything to her and we never spoke. Today, with the first light of dawn, her life went out. That red heart pierced by an arrow withered in his notebook and my heart withered too.

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