Lahat ng Kabanata ng Remember me naked: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

CASSANDRAThey tore me away from him. Like tearing a piece of still living flesh.I cry, I sob like those who burn, who dig into their cheeks, who strangle their throats until it hurts. My breath is ragged, my body trembles as if I am cold, even though it is too hot. I can still feel his eyes on me, even though I know he was no longer looking at me.I screamed. I pleaded. I said everything I could say. And nothing changed. Nothing will change. And yet... I do not regret it. Not for a second.I acted as I should have. To keep him. To protect us. To prevent her from taking everything. I repeat this to myself like a mantra, like an invisible shield. Even if this shield is cracked everywhere.The police car pulls me into a tomb-like silence. The windows blur past, and behind them, the city dissolves. I want to bang against the glass, to scream again. But my hands are numb from the handcuffs, my wrists hurt, and my head buzzes.Halfway there, my body decides that it's too much. My legs

LYRAThe sky is an almost insolent blue this morning; from up here on the top floor, it seems vast, infinite, as if the world below no longer really exists. The sounds of the city do not reach us. There is only the gentle hum of the air conditioning and Alexandre's steady breathing, sitting next to me, his hand resting on mine.I am still lying down, but the bed is slightly raised, and I can look at him. He has that concentrated, almost serious expression when his fingers brush distractedly against my skin, as if he is checking that I am really here. — What are you thinking about? I ask him.He draws a smile that breaks the gravity.— About you, about the fact that I never want to see you in a hospital bed again.I laugh softly, but that laughter quickly merges into a sigh. I know he doesn't say that to tease me. Since everything we've been through, he protects me as if I were made of porcelain. And, in a way, that reassures me.A discreet knock at the door interrupts our silence. Th

LYRAThe journey home unfolds in a strange silence. Not the soothing silence shared when words are unnecessary, but a tense silence, where every unspoken phrase weighs heavier than a confession.I fix my gaze on the road, aware of the warmth of Alexandre's hand on mine since we left the hospital. His fingers trace distracted circles on my skin, playing with my ring, as if to occupy my thoughts elsewhere. Behind us, I sense Lucas's gaze occasionally resting on our joined hands, heavy, almost accusatory.The house finally appears at the end of the driveway. Fresh paint on the shutters, perfectly trimmed lawn... The details have changed, but the familiar smell of damp gravel, the creaking of the gate, all bring me back years ago. My heart tightens. It’s still home to me... but tonight, I don’t know if I’ll truly belong here.Lucas parks the car with a sharp gesture, and before Alexandre can round the hood, he’s already at my door.— Take it easy, he says, extending his hand to me.Alexan

LYRAAfter this strange truce, the silence in the living room changes in nature. It is no longer a battlefield... but a minefield. We still walk cautiously, afraid of awakening the storm.My mother offers coffee. My father immerses himself in his newspaper, but I know he isn’t reading a word. Lucas settles into the couch, arms crossed, his gaze oscillating between me and Alexandre.— Maybe we could… have dinner together tomorrow? my mother suggests, as if to give the evening a semblance of normalcy.Alexandre nods politely.— I would be pleased.His tone is calm, almost gentle. But I perceive the vigilance behind every word.Lucas says nothing. He maintains that frown at the corner of his lips, the one that reminds me of our childhood arguments. Except now, it’s no longer a battle over who chooses the movie... it’s much heavier.The evening unfolds without apparent incident, but the underlying tension does not escape me. Every exchange, every silence speaks louder than the spoken word

LYRAThe soft morning light filters through the shutters, casting golden rays on the floor. I can still smell Alexandre on my skin and feel the warmth of his body against mine. The night was long and intimate, each moment spent with him leaving me trembling, enveloped in a bubble of safety and passion.— Lyra… a warm voice whispers near my ear.I shiver, slowly opening my eyes to meet his gaze, filled with sweetness and mischief. He places a light kiss on my forehead, then another on my cheek, each contact drawing a sleepy smile from me.— Wake up gently… he murmurs, sliding his fingers over my cheek.I let myself go, my hands brushing against his chest, as if to assure myself that he is here, real and present. He then showers my neck and shoulders with kisses, lightly grazing my lips, and I feel a shiver run through my body, still warm from the night before.— Did you sleep well? he finally asks, his eyes locked on mine.— Yes, and you? I whisper, still half lost in sleep.He gently