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Intro. Bruno and I hated each other with an intensity that could only come from something deeper. We were fire and gasoline: provoking was a sport, hurting us, a routine. No one understood why we even tolerated. But it was that ... or not feeling anything. Everything changed when we went with the group of friends to that old cabin in the middle of the forest. An isolated place, without signal, or clear paths. Only the cold, the trees and the feeling that something was not well among us. The idea of the trip was mine ... but so was the plan. I pretended it was for fun, to get away from the world. But in reality, I wanted Bruno to be there. I wanted me to see me. That I understood what it was to lose myself. He did not know at first. I just noticed how I took from everyone, how my eyes stopped more in others than in him. But I felt it. I smelled it. Because he was also obsessed with me. In a sickly, silent, brutal way. we played a game that none confessed: who hurt more, who seduced more, q

Bruno

@Taylor