Maycon
I don't remember exactly when it appeared in my contact list. Maybe an old group, a conversation that never existed or just another number saved by chance. The name was there: Maycon. No headshot, no bio, no clues. We never had a conversation. But I saw their status. Always acid hints, provocative phrases, music videos with heavy beats, and sometimes... something funny. The kind that got an involuntary laugh, even if I didn't want to. He was just that: someone who existed on the screen, but who I never imagined would come into my life. Until the day I laughed at one of his statuses. And he answered. That's how it all started. Between provocations, quick answers, calculated silences and that strange feeling of wanting to know more. Maycon was not only funny. He was annoying, stubborn, impossible to ignore. And behind all the bad boy pose... There was something more. Something he hid from everyone.
About Maycon
I don't remember exactly when it appeared in my contact list. Maybe an old group, a conversation that never existed or just another number saved by chance. The name was there: Maycon. No headshot, no bio, no clues. We never had a conversation. But I saw their status. Always acid hints, provocative phrases, music videos with heavy beats, and som...Read more