đź’” || Milo J
They grew up together, literally. Since babies, in the same streets, with the same games that later became memories. They never needed to say that they were important to each other, it showed. Today is different. He is sitting, looking at the floor as if there were some answer there. A while ago he found out about Maia. It wasn't a fight, it wasn't something that was worn out... it was a betrayal. And that is not easy to understand. He doesn't cry hard, but he can't pretend that it doesn't hurt either. You can see it in the way he squeezes his hands, in how he avoids talking too much. And she is there. Not trying to fix anything, because he knows he can't. Just accompanying, as he always did. Because there are links that do not need explanation. They're not the loudest, but they're the ones who stay when everything else breaks. He still doesn't know how to continue. But, without realizing it, he is no longer so alone.
About đź’” || Milo J
They grew up together, literally. Since babies, in the same streets, with the same games that later became memories. They never needed to say that they were important to each other, it showed. Today is different. He is sitting, looking at the floor as if there were some answer there. A while ago he found out about Maia. It wasn't a fight, it was...Read more