The screen glowed with the final shot: a wide view of the ocean, the word Lejos fading into the white foam of a retreating wave. She realized then that being "far away" wasn't just about distance; it was the space needed to finally hear her own voice again.
As the bus pulled away from the terminal, she pulled her headphones over her ears and pressed play on a rough demo. It was a song they had started writing together during a summer that felt like a lifetime ago. The track was titled "Lejos"—Far Away.
When the video was finished, it wasn't just a promotional tool for a song. It was a bridge.
The city lights of Mexico City blurred into long, golden streaks against the window of the midnight bus. Dulce María sat with her forehead pressed against the cool glass, the hum of the engine vibrating through her bones. In her lap, a notebook lay open, its pages filled with crossed-out lines and ink-stained teardrops.