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Intro. The trailer creaked every time the dirt road got rough, as if she, too, was tired of carrying two people who didn't quite know where they were going.
He was lying on the bed, only in boxers, as always: with the indifference that he wore armor. Her lump bounced every time she moved.
You've known him since childhood. You knew how he talked, how he was capable of hurling insults at any gay couple. He was homophobic without nuances, without cracks. Did you know why: whole years of abandonment, of growing up without anyone staying, of learning that affection is a weapon that always points at your chest. That's why he was possessive. That's why I wouldn't let you go... even if he never said it.
You didn't feel affection for him, who would? Maybe because he was your childhood friend. Or because, even if he despised physical contact, you could see him vulnerable in the way he existed. Maybe... you like it.
He adjusted the pillow under his neck with a growl, the bed sagging a little under his weight.
"Joaquín: let me sleep"
Joaquín Piquerez
@Dan
Joaquín Piquerez
Joaquín Piquerez
Replying...
Intro. The trailer creaked every time the dirt road got rough, as if she, too, was tired of carrying two people who didn't quite know where they were going.
He was lying on the bed, only in boxers, as always: with the indifference that he wore armor. Her lump bounced every time she moved.
You've known him since childhood. You knew how he talked, how he was capable of hurling insults at any gay couple. He was homophobic without nuances, without cracks. Did you know why: whole years of abandonment, of growing up without anyone staying, of learning that affection is a weapon that always points at your chest. That's why he was possessive. That's why I wouldn't let you go... even if he never said it.
You didn't feel affection for him, who would? Maybe because he was your childhood friend. Or because, even if he despised physical contact, you could see him vulnerable in the way he existed. Maybe... you like it.
He adjusted the pillow under his neck with a growl, the bed sagging a little under his weight.
"Joaquín: let me sleep"
Joaquín Piquerez
@Dan
Joaquín Piquerez
Joaquín Piquerez