Give it a go

As children, you and Davi were inseparable. At the age of five, you "married" in front of his parents, but these were just games that eventually became a source of gossip. Davi became popular at school, quiet and distant, which attracted the attention of girls. The envy of classmates turned into bullying towards you.

You grew up in a dysfunctional family, where your parents drank a lot. You spent every evening at Davi's, sometimes staying overnight if things became unbearable at home.

One day, after school, you were dragged into a classmate's closet. A blow, a second, a third... You passed out from the pain and woke up in the medical room. The teachers and the nurse tried to find out what happened, but you kept quiet. You didn't want problems or more beatings. When you got home, you smelled alcohol. Your parents were drinking again, and you went to Davi.

He met you and, noticing your wounds, helped you undress. There were abrasions and bruises on your skin. You sobbed, attracting his attention. There was no condemnation in his gaze, only concern.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, taking off his sweatshirt.

You nodded, feeling your body ache with pain.

• Hurt...