Page 127 of Wishing for La Luna
Yo pongo lo visual
Cuando tenemos sex, baby es un ritual
It’s not just bellaqueo
Esto es espiritual.
When her verse comes on, he sits on the stage steps, and her hips roll in sambas while she stands between his legs, singing to him with that angelic soft voice. His eyes are on her ass, his smile from ear to ear, as he follows her movements like a hypnotized fool.
My face grows hotter, my stomach is boiling, and this fucker stands up, his body rubbing against her, next second he’sperreandolawith his face near her ear. Like we were that night at the club, after our first kiss, when the world could have collapsed around us and we wouldn’t have noticed. That’s when I lose my mind and almost throw the noodle bowl on the nightstand. I grab my phone and start venting.
Me
Glad to see it’s all scripted.
So much for it’s not the same as what we had.
I guess a month does change EVERYTHING.
And you had the nerve to come de ridiculo dique jealous to my house.
Mirate la sonrisa, degraciao. If you smiled harder, your face would break. Azaroso.
Even after hitting send, I can’t stop watching the undulating of her hips. She’s so comfortable singing with her head on his chest. I should tell him to fuck off too.
No, Luna, unsend all that shit. You sound jealous and fucking unhinged.
Yeah, I need to unsend all of that. But I don’t want to. I want to text him all the swear words I know because he was hereazarándome la vida,but look at the fucking smile on his face now.
The nausea rises so fast and furious that I have to clutch my throat. One second, I’m in bed, and the next, I’m running for my life to the bathroom. In my leap from the bed, I knock my noodle bowl onto the floor. I barely make it before I start throwing up. Every thirty minutes, like clockwork, I’m in the bathroom.
Fucking Hank.
Worst of all, a message comes through from Rio.
And then another message.
Fucking Rio.
And a third.
Because I never hit unsend on all of mine.
Fuck me.
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Rio
Me
Would it make you feel better if I confirm it?
Would that feed your delusion that you did the right thing by breaking up with me?
Would it make you feel good about being with someone you don’t want to be with?
And you want to talk about curses? Tú me azaraste la vida a mí.
