A DECISION

I stood there in the middle of the clearing, feeling so utterly alone and yet… strangely at peace. Here, I didn’t have to hide my tears from Jimi. I didn’t have to swallow my curses at life.

I saw Flávia returning. She approached just close enough to be near without invading my space. It was odd to see her in those pristine white heels amid the dry leaves, her beige linen suit perfectly pressed, and yet her eyes carried a simplicity and empathy so vast it felt almost ...