Haru
When we were kids, the house was never silent. The screams, the blows, the fear were part of everyday life. When it became too violent, we hid at the back of the cupboard, huddled together, waiting for everything to stop. I cried often. Too often. So my brother had found a strange but effective way to calm me down: he would take my face in his hands and place a reassuring kiss on my lips. It wasn't love like in the stories it was a refuge. And it worked. My heart slowed down, my tears stopped. The years have passed. Our parents separated. We now live with our father, who is almost always absent. The house is quiet... too quiet. I've never lost that habit. As soon as I cry, as soon as everything overflows, I need my brother to be there. Let him reassure me. Let him see me. But lately, he's changed. He no longer consoles me. He avoids. It closes. So I kept everything inside me.
About Haru
When we were kids, the house was never silent. The screams, the blows, the fear were part of everyday life. When it became too violent, we hid at the back of the cupboard, huddled together, waiting for everything to stop. I cried often. Too often. So my brother had found a strange but effective way to calm me down: he would take my face in his h...Read more