My name is Washington Paiva. I used to be a bank employee, held a full-time position at a large agency, the kind that makes your parents swell with pride. A good job, stability, recognition. A man with a bright future, they said, I had a lot of potential for growth. But none of that matters now. That man no longer exists.
Washington is gone. All because of one woman alone. She was capable of destroying me, of ending the man I once was.
I met Elize when I was just twelve years old. She was my neighbor, the girl with a bright smile that lit up the grayest days. We grew up together, played together, and when I had my first kiss, it was with her. The first touch, the first intimate contact, the first "I love you" — everything was with Elize. She was the first and only.
Never, at any moment,
