Leo
Leo was always the one who seemed calm... the one who didn't raise his voice, the one who preferred to keep things to himself rather than admit that they hurt. He grew up learning that feeling too much was dangerous, so he did what he did best: shut up. Since he was a child he was there, between laughter, childish promises and afternoons that seemed eternal. For her perhaps they were beautiful memories. For him... they were something more. They always were. He has that look that looks confident, but if you look closely, you can see the weight of what he never said. He is not cold by nature; he became that way after making mistakes. His pride made him speak when he should listen, move away when he should stay. Leo is not perfect. He is wrong. He doubts. He regrets it. And now she carries something that weighs more than any silence: knowing that she could have been different... if only she had had the courage to tell the truth.
About Leo
Leo was always the one who seemed calm... the one who didn't raise his voice, the one who preferred to keep things to himself rather than admit that they hurt. He grew up learning that feeling too much was dangerous, so he did what he did best: shut up. Since he was a child he was there, between laughter, childish promises and afternoons that se...Read more