The SKY In Your EYES

each person, containers that keep memories, sad or happy anecdotes, which are parts of our lif

, they must be cared for and strengthened with dedication

e for granted the fact that planting the seed w

come barren and his flowers withered, he devoted so much, body and soul to someone else's garden and fruits, that h

t that will not let him go for a while, even the tears of mourning, because more than losing anyone or anything, nothing like the pain and unhappiness of losing yourself, of knowing that even when others wanted to hurt you, that they stuck their

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n, it is as beautiful a

reary and the light at fault, the evening fal

the kitchen, where the poorly turned off sink faucet let out a drop of water t

lexandre still could not get out of the complete stupor

ch', he

locked himself in there as if it were a fortress and the only thing capable of

ocked himself inside and his mind seemed to go blank for

remember, because it burned, he didn't want to feel, because he cou

through it with total bitterness and falling apart, the pain, the guilt, even goi

med to have no desire for anything after Mr. Rosbelt went to heaven, Alexandre was small at the time, and with total innocence he tried to make Mrs. Ros smile, as he called her affectionately, she had looked him in the eyes and put herself at hi

ke a damsel in Victorian times, while he thought how could he have been such an idiot and how was it possible that after knowing th

hours ago, next to him, one of the armchairs, close to the balcony door, the one where for years Leonel took as

g time his life was reduced to Ellian, Dean, Lucius, the

ng soaks in the tub and breathing deeply as he sank in and out again taking long breaths of air, patiently waiting for the cold waters to provide him with esc

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e for the outburst of emotions and the fragmentation of the soul to be taken away from their path, because they have been mistreated, so broken that they just want to walk away with their hearts trembling, be

give him your dreams, to include him in your goal

ving become such

ome despicable enough to not ca

e remembers judging those who claimed to suffer for love, something hypocritical coming from someone in love with his straight friend, but he did it on his own and b

ates give way to

hurt and burned,

able. For years he was one of those who put any other's feelings over his own, Ale

xand

rging him to speak, that day Alexandre had cried a lot, Alexandre had cried a lot that day, hoping to meet a boy who would take him, if not to forget Leonel, then to appease the bitterness of n

at the boy was an idiot, insufferable, even conceite

him "I don't like to see you cry" he hugged him "I'm here, Al" he kissed his forehead

ed low, his voice thick and

y the fourth day had gone to another level, going from calls to voicemail messages on the answering machine that he like a total masochist listened to in the hope that someone, that Leonel would tell him that everything had been a fake, a horribl

m that power, Alexandre gave th

ys ago, the blond had looked up and looked, with his pretty wobbly smile, his slim and slen

t made him feel bad, sad, more than he already was because he knew she was tryin

just a little crazy, and lash out at Alexandre who was just a victim, but he

trying not to sound harsh, failing miserably "You don't

ears struggling not to come out, at moments like those he wanted to go to Leonel and hit him really hard "What do

you to b

n it well, but as an impos

to smile and lau

ever ask t

cize the way I'm behaving,

de, by the time night fell, only then did he spot the

t you answer?", "do you blame me?", "Alexandre, we are friends, thi

tir

lf-closed doors, Alexandre stood up and took a deep breath, slow and strong, letting his small hand rest on it before with his he

ere was the sun, beautiful and giving a last look at the earth, to give way to the moon, the light goes and the da

Dean had said, concise and short in a voice me

at moving forward is difficult and even impossi