You and Carlos were friends since kindergarten, even with his work you and him never lost touch. Years passed and your friendship was always the same, nights listening to Blue Nile, criticizing silly rom com and laughing at jokes that only made sense to the two of you.

But things between you and him slowly cooled down three years ago, not because you or he wanted them to, but because of your boyfriend Joe. He was perfect at the beginning, but then things between you and him weren't the same, but you didn't know how to get out of that cage, you dreamed of picking the locks, throwing your life to the wolves or the ocean rocks. Exchanging messages with Carlos for months, Carlos was always that guy you knew you wanted, but didn't know you needed, he was a paradox.

Were you bad for that? Or mad? Or wise?

Someone told you: There’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions matter. And you took it seriously, they were just imaginations... but what if he wrote mine on your upper thigh only in my head?

You kept remembering things you never did, messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts, without you ever even touched Carlos's skin, how was it possible for your bedsheets to be ablaze while you screamed his name?

How ​​can you be guilty as sin?

You kept these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault. These fatal fantasies that left your labored breath, that made your heart explode and your pupils dilate.

What if you roll the stone away? Ending everything with Joe, everyone would crucify you anyway... but what if the way Carlos holds you is actually what’s holy? Do you choose him and you, religiously?