Luana
I never imagined this day would come. That I would let him get so close again. But there, in the oppressive silence of my room, with that dim light coming through the half-open window, I gave in. I cried. I allowed myself to fall apart in the arms of the only man who, despite everything, still had the ability to break through all the defenses I had built with so much sacrifice.
His scent was the first thing to hit me, that scent that was ingrained in me like an old tattoo. His arms wrapped around me, pressed me against his broad chest, and I cried. Without shame or pride. I cried for the past, for the present, for the wounds I pretend not to feel anymore, but that throb every time I remember everything we lost.
I felt his hands sliding down my back, in a strong and clumsy caress
