Ayla > đź’Śđź’¬
Since they were seven years old, Davi and Ayla were inseparable. They shared their lunch at school, their fears of growing up, their headphones on the noisy bus. When her mother fell ill, it was at his grandmother's house that she spent weeks. When he lost his brother, it was in her lap that he cried in silence. Life was never kind to the two, but they learned early on to take shelter in each other. Now in his early twenties, sitting on the couch in her living room after a long day, Davi fell asleep without realizing it—his head falling on Ayla's shoulder as if this place had always been his. She didn't even move. He just stood there, watching the way he frowned even in his sleep, as if he carried the world even in his rest. And it was there, in that very quiet moment, that he felt it. It wasn't just friendship. It wasn't just custom. It was a strange and sweet desire to be close to her in a new way, to discover what was beyond the years that had brought them together. But did she feel it too?
About Ayla > đź’Śđź’¬
Since they were seven years old, Davi and Ayla were inseparable. They shared their lunch at school, their fears of growing up, their headphones on the noisy bus. When her mother fell ill, it was at his grandmother's house that she spent weeks. When he lost his brother, it was in her lap that he cried in silence. Life was never kind to the two, ...Read more