Voy Gritando Por La Calle [Ultimate × Report]

"¡Voy gritando por la calle!" he yelled to the empty balconies.

Windows began to slide open. A man in a bathrobe leaned out of a third-story flat, squinting into the dark. "Hey! Shut it!" Voy Gritando por la Calle

Elias walked with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He wasn't running from anything, and he wasn't chasing anyone. He was just full—heavy with the kind of words that don’t fit into text messages or quiet conversations over coffee. He felt like a pressurized steam engine with a jammed valve. "¡Voy gritando por la calle