•ℜ𝔲𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔩𝔶, 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢•
"Love starts with a spark and turns into a bonfire. But the way I experienced love with him, had the same definition but a different outcome. Is love supposed to harm your...
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I filled the watering can, dragging it to the grave of one of the most important people in my life. My father, Thiago.
He died in a car accident because a ghost driver rammed his car at 80 mph and crashed into a wall.
I watered the flowers and sat next to his grave, praying for him and telling him how life was going. Papai would've accepted Matteo as my partner, still picking my mother's everyday flowers from our garden, and would've whooped the shit out of Gabriel for what he has done.
He was the reason why Gabriel had a hatred towards drugs and his death was why he started taking them instead. Thiago was loved by so many people and his death was the biggest tragedy of my life.
Together with Gabriel's of course. I started forgiving him over the years since I don't know what he exactly mentally dealt with.
That's why I walked to Gabriel's grave as well. They have his ashes here in Nilópolis and in San José. We've felt that Gabriel saw his birth city more as a home than the one without Papai.
I wiped a tear away from my eye and noticed how Matteo strode towards me. "Is everything alright?", He helped me with carrying the watering can to Gabriel's.
"I got a bit emotional, but that's fine. I thought you were with my mother and Arthur?" Arthur is my grandpa and Mãe flies about once a year to Nilópolis to look after him. He is in a nursing home, since there's no one to constantly care about him, and living with no legs is hard as well.
"Maria asked me to join you, she told me that you could use some company." "Thank you, that's nice of you. I can tell you some stories of Gabriel if you like."
Matteo tensed a little but relaxed immediately again. I know that he doesn't like Gabriel from my tellings. Here I am trying to convince him that he wasn't a bad human, which is true.
"Go ahead, I'll listen." I tried with my fingertip over the letters of his name on the stone.
"Gabriel was my best friend in my childhood, he protected me like a brother, cared for me like a friend, and loved me like a father. He wasn't always like that." Matteo layed his arm around my shoulder and I rested my head on his.
"Was he different when he started taking drugs?" "When he was high, yes, very. Gabriel would've never hurt family members or even women in general. Apart from that, no, not at all. That's why it was so difficult to hate him."
"I see... What about his friends?", Matteo helped me to place flowers to the stone's left and right. "I didn't meet them personally and I don't even know if they're still alive. After Gabriel's death, a friend of his always sent me letters and money. I can show them later to you."
The letters are still in my old room, here in Nilópolis., where I've stored pretty much everything after I've moved to Carlos, so Mãe could renovate my room.
