Alemão
I'm sitting at the command post. It's night, and everyone else has already gone home. The Captain asked if I wanted to have dinner at his place, but I declined, said I wasn't hungry, but the truth was different; it wasn't hunger for food.
Sexual desire had been messing with my mind in recent days, a whirlwind I couldn't control, but at the same time, I felt trapped, unable to even look at another woman. I couldn't.
It was always Elize, even after everything, even after the betrayal. I couldn't explain it, but something inside me refused to touch another woman. I felt disgusted just thinking about it, as if the past was still stuck to me, as if she had marked my soul in a way that no one else could reach.
I closed my eyes, trying to silence the thoughts, but her image came strong
