A Wounded Heart

ão Fe

as I had been drinking too much yesterday and knew there would

but despite everything being in order, there was no one there. I then remem

oor, and called repeatedly, but he didn't answer. Furthe

he was still sound asleep, I thought he

oking for some medicine that could al

s looking for. I was about to leave when I came across

f him hugging her from behind as if they were

took the picture frame off the counter. The urge to throw it far away wa

and I just threw it in my mouth and made an effort

that the best thing to do was to keep my distance. My mother would never accept such a

ne since I was a child. Unlike my brother, who wouldn't le

r friendship, my father always intervene

erious. I don't know what happened, but all the women I got involved wi

g, and I wasn't going to worry about that matter yet. I want to enjoy my single life because

ng time, thinking about Viviane and how much mo

e wouldn't get close to me and end up making me forget all the cons of relating to a girl like h

ip because they always treated each other like brothers, and I was sure I shoul

vi

common thing to happen, not even on Su

day together. In addition, I also enjoyed prepa

ten o'clock in the morning." You slept a lot today, your mother and I already had breakf

ffee anyway, " I said, taking the coffee bo

dn't like me going out with João Pedro, because he knew that Mrs. Marta had a problem with me. But

I didn't put even a sip of alcohol in my mouth,"

ust be coming back by now, it

ching up on other matters. Then I went to my room, I needed to organize myself for another week of

l green eyes, and his light hair. He is now a man of twenty-four a

d to social conventions, I couldn't say that she was a bad person. Just superfluous. Very different from mister Rodolfo, who was

dark, with black eyes and hair, and in personality, while João Felipe

y goals, which were to finish college, get a job, and go live al

for good. She couldn't bear to see him around, with his arrogant friends and hi