Todos os capítulos de Remember me naked: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Cassandra: He is there, sitting in that chair like a statue, half defeated, his mind adrift.He doesn’t speak, he hardly moves.He breathes like one does when trying not to think.I know him. I know him by heart. His silences are much more talkative than his words. And this one screams her name, Lyra.It makes me want to scream, to slap him, to shake him until he stops seeing her everywhere, even with his eyes closed.But I say nothing.I stay there, my legs tucked under the blanket, playing the part of the sweet, exhausted girl, the one who has experienced a little trauma, who just needs a bit of warmth and support.He stayed, right? So I continue.I let the discomfort linger.And he breathes it in deeply.He will never know. He doesn’t need to know.I saw them, that’s all.They kissed.And not just a light or vague kiss. No. A real, slow, deep, devastating one. The kind that says everything the words dare not say.And I couldn’t let that go.So I did what I had to do.A shiver. A h

LYRAI fell asleep against Lucas's shoulder.Not for long, just enough for the pain to stop pulsing in my temples. For my shoulders, knotted with tension, to finally drop, for my heart to accept beating for something other than survival.When I reopen my eyes, the light is still low, diffuse. The silence weighs heavily, but less than before. And Lucas… Lucas is still there.Sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling. He doesn’t move. He waits. As if he fears that simply leaving me would be enough to break me for good.— You’re not sleeping, I whisper.He turns his head slightly towards me, his features marked by a fatigue he never mentions.— You’ve started breathing normally again. I thought I’d won; at least for tonight, you shouldn’t let a man make you cry. No man has the right to make you cry.I try to smile; it’s crooked and frail.But it’s a start.Lucas gets up, stretches languidly, arms above his head, bones cracking slightly in the sil

LYRAHe is here.Standing in the middle of my room, like a ghost that has taken human form. He is here, with his sunken eyes, his low voice, his apologies in the folds of his jacket.But I am no longer here.I am elsewhere. In the emptiness he left behind.And I look at him like one looks at something they've waited for a long time… before realizing they no longer want it.Or no longer in that way.— I want you, he says.His voice is hoarse. Sincere. He believes it. He still believes it.I, however, no longer have faith in anything.I rise slowly, keeping the blanket around my shoulders. It protects me more than he did that night.— You want me now? I repeat.He looks down.— I was wrong. Cassandre knew where I was most vulnerable, and I reacted instead of thinking. But it’s not with her that I want to be. It’s you, Lyra.I nod. Once. Slowly.Then I murmur:— It’s too late.Silence falls between us, dense, unbreakable.He takes a step towards me. Just one.— You can’t say that, we hav

AlexandreI have been held prisoner by an image. A past. A responsibility that felt like a debt.And now?I am free, but imprisoned by a fiancée, by a baby that is arriving soon.But of what?I am free like a man who has lost everything.I run my hands over my face. I no longer have certainties. No more plans.I don’t even know if Cassandre is telling the truth. If this baby exists. If this story still means anything.And I don’t even know if I want to know.I think of Lyra’s voice when she told me, “I deserve better than a supporting role in your life.”And my heart tightens, violently.Because it’s true.Because she is. Better. Real. Whole. Brave.And I haven’t been.I acted like a man who chooses the easy way. The reflex. The habit.And I lost the only thing that could have saved me from myself.I close my eyes.And I promise myself one thing.I will not win her back out of selfishness.I will not come knocking on her door every three days hoping she will crack.I will become someo

LyraHe swallows his rage, crosses his arms.Alexandre stands up.His eyes search for me again. It's almost a cry for help.— I'm sorry.— You're sorry for losing me. Not for what you did.I stand up too.Facing him. At that tiny distance where our breaths cross without touching.— I resent you. Because I waited for you. Because I believed. And now, I have nothing left to believe in.— You still have me, Lyra.— No, Alexandre, I never had you.He lowers his head.Cassandre clenches her jaw.— Very well. Then go ahead. Fall into the arms of nice Daniel. And when he leaves too, you'll realize that you've lost everything for an illusion.Cassandre interrupts us:— I feel like I don't exist... don't you see me? And you allow yourselves these whispers in front of me. What’s going on?I turn to her. For the first time.— Sorry, Cassandre, but you need to take it up with your man. Tell him to leave me alone.Cassandre goes back to sit down. Cold, stiff, silent.Alexandre steps back. Slowly.