Alemão
I stayed silent, digesting his words. I didn't know what to say. It was as if he had thrown a bucket of cold water on my anger, but the heat of jealousy and pain was still there, pulsing.
"I don't know, Captain. I saw it. I was there. I can't get it out of my head."
He nodded slowly, like someone who understood the internal struggle I was living.
"I'll just say one thing, Alemão. If you're going to leave her in the slum as your girlfriend, resolve this s**t inside you first. Because if you have doubts, she feels it. And if she feels it, things will never be right between you two."
"I don't want to make things right with her, Captain," I replied, my voice laden with frustration. "I just want to kill what I feel for her. After that, she goes her way, and I go mine."
Before the C
