_ His First Kiss

Rosa.

I'd been trying to avoid that name. I saw her back at the Luna Hunt Gala. She was cute, alright. But also all grown up.

Okay, maybe I am a little guilt-ridden—not for thinking of her, but for the wave of memories she carried with her.

 Rosa De La Vega: María José's older sister, my childhood best friend, and the person I'd spent years avoiding like the plague. 

Not because she was unpleasant, but because she was… Rosa. She was strong, stubborn, and so damn perceptive it was terrifying. 

That name had always been a quiet ghost in my mind, haunting the corners of my thoughts when I least expected it. She wasn't just María José's older —she was the girl who kissed me the day I left for boarding school, a memory I'd tried to bury for years but could never run faster than.

It was my first kiss. 

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