If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be sitting at that table celebrating the Spirit of Christmas with my parents, my brother, and my boyfriend, I would’ve believed it. But if they’d told me my partner would be Maël Saravia, I would’ve laughed hysterically. Dad and Mom couldn’t stop staring at him, and Danilo wasn’t helping with that half-smile threatening to burst. Meanwhile, I kept chatting with Maël about anything—the taste of the food, taking the dog for a walk, waiting for the upcoming reviews of the play in the media—anything to fill the awkward silence. "So, Maël, are you studying?" He nodded at Dad’s question. "Yes, sir. Business Administration. Just one more year until graduation."*ñ "Wow," Mom chimed in this time. "Graduating at twenty is quite a feat. Well, Danilo was the same, though he finished at twenty-two because of his degree." "Medicine always takes longer than other majors, Mom," my brother added. "And we’re proud of you," Dad said. "Carlos and Anto
Dad and Mom still hadn’t gotten out of bed, assuming that since it was Saturday and such a special date, they’d sleep in a little longer. I left a couple of large boxes containing colorful garlands for the Christmas tree on the living room coffee table and walked to the backyard to greet the dog. Torto came out of the thick-walled doghouse Dad had built for him to withstand the cold and greeted me with that special innocence that lifts anyone’s spirits. "Hey, buddy, good to see you." I let him hug me with his big paws. I went up to my old room to wash my hands and see what else I could take with me. A knock at the door. "Delu?" I got up from the bed and turned the knob. "Come in, Dad." I stepped aside to let him in. There he was—that simple, tall, black-haired man I adore so much. "When did you get here?" "A little while ago. Is Mom up yet?" "Yeah, she’s in the kitchen.""Perfect." Just as I was about to leave, Dad stopped me. "Sweetheart. I want to apologiz
"I'm flattered," he broke the silence after observing me for a while. "Delu, what you did out there was incredible. You're more talented than I thought." I turned to look at him. Maël stood on a step below mine—something he should have avoided. "Cut the intimidation," I leaned in and kissed him. "You're the reason for my talent, for that conclusion and farewell. I think this performance was one of the coolest things that’s happened to me in a long time, but you come first. You know that, right?" He swallowed hard and slowly pulled me onto his lap. I sat on his legs, hugging him and covering him in kisses. He caressed my thighs over the tights I was still wearing. "You're so beautiful..." He kissed my eyelids. "You know what? I think Danilo cried when he saw you on stage." I laughed at his words. "He always hated that I quit acting." "Then this isn’t a farewell. You have so much talent—you shouldn’t hide it behind a computer." I sighed deeply, feeling like a lovestruck
My hand traveled to my mouth, and I inhaled from the device hidden in my palm—a nearly odorless e-cigarette that, with the grip and technique of that same hand, managed to conceal both its sight and the sound of reverberating vapor. I held the smoke as I walked barefoot toward the light that awaited me, circling it, gradually merging into it. "Zu, Zu." A loud sound escaped my lips along with the smoke, clouding the space around me. I adored the audience's absolute silence. "Zu, Zu." I released curving, heavy, thick, slow streaks, cutting through the beam of light as I began to recite the lines I had written long ago—lines I had never shown anyone until now and had to adapt, changing words and variations in just two days. A small script I fought to make conclusive for this performance. "This damn sulfur smell that no one can stand… it disgusts me." I twisted my voice into that of a mocking, seductive demon. I swept my face side to side under the light, appearing and disappear
After Joao's accident, the projects he and Maël had were put on hold until the brunet recovered, so the only long trip would be mine. And we still had to announce our relationship to everyone else. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about that last part. And I’d lie even more if I said Maël wasn’t either. The Circus tour started in November and ended in December 2019. We drifted through the last days of September as if walking on water, October filled us with tasks, and before we knew it, the next month had arrived. Then, with only a few days left before my trip, and since Marcelino already knew about us, I suggested to my partner that we meet with my parents, his parents, and Nikko to tell them everything. That way, if what I was sure would happen actually happened, we could use any upcoming trips to calm the storm. Since the idea was entirely mine, Maël gave his opinion—and surprised me by not fully agreeing. I admit I was more confused than I let on, especially since he
I moved away a little, with the clear intention of torturing him. That child would learn, by hook or by crook, that important things cannot be delayed."Don't come any closer," I sang, shaking my finger at him and pointing to a spot on the bed: the place where he was already lying, so he would stay there quietly.Without wasting too much time, I piled the pillows against the headboard and positioned myself on top of them, spreading my legs wide.Then I demanded:"Touch yourself."He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw, but he obeyed, and I almost applauded myself for getting him to give in, since he was so dominant. The image that remained after he satisfied himself will not be erased from my mind; we both succumbed to the same thing.We smiled, then fell backward like lead weights. After we calmed down, I saw that Maël was still in the same position, his face buried in his forearm."Maël? Are you okay?"He nodded without uncovering his face and stayed that way for a few more secon