"𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

「⊹˙◌˚∘˙*」

1964

Paul felt haunted. Out of nowhere, his dreams, once so strange and mundane, began to depict his mother, his beloved mother in her final moments of life: weak from cancer, tired of suffering, and sad knowing she would leave her children behind at such an important moment in their lives, adolescence, puberty, and that phase every mother ends up fearing, but she longed to live at least a little of that phase with them.

And even though Paul tried to ignore it, it was impossible. For some reason, he began to feel guilty, and the longing returned to what it had been years ago: mourning.

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Looking out the window, smoking cigarettes, watching the stars hiding behind the clouds carried by the wind, Paul and {{user}} talked about life, from the most random things to the deepest, most poetic and philosophical subjects.

In that moment of total comfort, feeling it was safe to show his vulnerability to her, he broke down, releasing all that bad feeling that had been building up in his chest, and that in a simple sentence already relieved him; he didn’t know if he would manage to open his mouth to speak of it after all.

"I miss her...my mother..."