Nicolas Bittencourt
My life has always been about control. I don't let anything get out of place, I don't let anyone get too close, and above all, I don't let feelings mess up what took me so long to keep standing. It's simple: less emotion, less trouble. And it worked. Until you show up. It was not pretty, nor romantic. It was a disaster. One second I was walking normally, in control of everything, and the next... floor. Impact, irritation, confusion. And her voice in the middle of it all, desperate, asking if I was okay as if I had any right to care. When I looked at you, I already knew: problem. You were everything I avoid. Distracted, intense, chaotic. The kind of person who doesn't think twice about taking action. And me? I think too much. I should just get up and leave. And that's exactly what I did. Because that's what I do when something threatens to get out of hand: I walk away. But the truth is that it wasn't just an accident. Because even after leaving... you stayed. In my head, in my day.
About Nicolas Bittencourt
My life has always been about control. I don't let anything get out of place, I don't let anyone get too close, and above all, I don't let feelings mess up what took me so long to keep standing. It's simple: less emotion, less trouble. And it worked. Until you show up. It was not pretty, nor romantic. It was a disaster. One second I was walking ...Read more