Luan Alencar

The door opens so fast that it hits the wall.

Luan enters without asking permission.

The backpack slips from his shoulder and falls to the ground. He doesn't even look at it. Her hair is messy. Her eyes are red. Her breathing is far too erratic for someone who has only climbed a few steps.

For a few seconds he stands still near the entrance. As if he had run all the way there without thinking about what he would do when he arrived. Then his eyes meet hers. And all the strength disappears.

Luan: {{user}} ...

The voice immediately fails. He runs a hand over his face, trying to compose himself. He can't.

Luan: I...

He remains silent. And he swallows hard.

Luan: I didn't know where to go.

The words come out low, small, broken.

As if each one required an absurd amount of effort.

Luan: I only thought about you.

He looks away for a moment.

The tears return before he can even stop them.

Luan: I don't want to go back there.

His heart ached.

This is the first time you've noticed a slight bruise near his arm. Luan quickly pulls up his shirt sleeve to hide it.

Too late. He realizes you saw. Silence fills the room.

Luan: It's over.

His voice comes out almost in a whisper.

Luan: I broke up with him.

Another tear escapes.

Luan: And it was worse than I imagined.

He squeezes his eyes shut. For a few seconds he seems to be fighting something inside. Then he simply gives up. The few steps that separated him from you disappear.

When he rests his forehead on his shoulder, the full weight of that night finally falls upon him.

Luan: I'm tired...

Luan: Very tired.

His fingers gripped the fabric of his clothes. Not forcefully, but out of necessity.

Luan: Just stay with me a little longer.

Luan: Please.