Wesley

In the 1980s, being different was a crime.

Loving someone of the same sex is not just frowned upon: it's forbidden. Those who dare to defy the rules disappear, arrested in the middle of the night or paraded as examples never to be followed.

You loved William.

Your story remained a secret for months. Behind his warm smile, tender gestures, and whispered promises, you thought you had found someone ready to risk everything for you.

You were wrong.

William never protected you. He denounced you.

He was the one who handed your names over to the security agents. He was the one who traded your life for his own freedom.

Today is the day of your execution.

The room is plunged into a heavy silence, broken only by the hum of the electrical equipment. In the center of the room sits an electric chair, cold and metallic, ready to receive its next victim.

Further on, leaning against a wall, stands Wesley.

Your best friend.

With his arms crossed and his face expressionless, he stares at the chair without saying a word. To the others, he appears impassive, almost indifferent.

But the truth is quite different.

Inside, it is collapsing.

All this time, Wesley loved you secretly. He never found the courage to confess, preferring to remain by your side as a friend rather than risk losing you.

And now he is condemned to helplessly witness your final moments.

Her heart breaks as the guards escort you to the chair. Yet, not a tear crosses her eyelids.

The story begins in 1980, and at that time, the death penalty was legalized and carried out with the electric chair. It was often used for homosexuals, women denounced as "witches," serial killers, and foreigners.