INSULINClara woke up as usual with coffee in bed brought by Dalia. It was becoming a tradition between them, and she mentioned it to her friend. She said that if she decided to stop now, it would make her suffer from withdrawal. Dalia always brought two cups, even though Otávio didn't drink anything before brushing his teeth. As soon as Clara finished her coffee, her toothbrush was already extended by him, waiting for her to brush her teeth. What have we become? She thought while brushing her teeth. Will we be one of those old couples who worry about each other when one of them leaves the house without an umbrella or a coat? They already lacked sex, so it was guaranteed that they would be two old people who don't have sex. But older couples were affectionate with each other. Sex wasn't the only form of affection. Offering a T-shirt for your partner to sleep in, instead of wearing a nightgown or pyjamas, was a way of showing affection, right? Not being able to sleep when the other per
DO YOU NOT MENSTRUATE?Clara said goodbye to Patrícia and went home feeling terrible for Lara. She couldn't come to terms with the fact that she was going through this. She never imagined that alcohol dependency could be so savage. It never occurred to her in her life that such a dependent person was considered an illness, but now she knew that alcoholism was a disease, and a very serious one at that.She went straight to Lipe's house and found him sitting on the porch, just as disheartened as she was. She sat next to him in silence. They remained like that for several minutes until he spoke up:"She kept asking me to let her go, the whole time.""The same with me. In the end, she became aggressive, and if she weren't untied, I believe she would have attacked me. She asked me to help her die.""She was staring at the wall when I arrived and said that the waves of the sea were almost reaching her, and it seemed like she could really see the sea right there beside her," Lipe said, on th
LOVE WITHOUT GUILT."Why are you dressed in a nurse's coat?" Lara asked Lipe as the doctor left the room.Lipe had opened his eyes and looked at her with a sleepy smile, his eyes still heavy with sleep."Because they wouldn't let me in to see you, and I couldn't sleep knowing that you were here alone and tied up."A sob rose in the girl's throat and couldn't be contained, causing the young man to sit up and fully awaken. She didn't cry immediately, or rather, the tears were slower than the intermittent sobs, and only later did they flow profusely, wetting her face."What's wrong, Lara? Where does it hurt?" he asked, flustered, and in one pull, he yanked the sheet away and tossed it aside, sleep being completely swept away. He then looked at her naked body, which he had undressed himself in the early hours and given a dry bath. He was about to dress her afterward, but she was beside herself with fear that he had left, the fear of leaving her while he fetched another hospital gown from
ROMEO AND JULIET?"Patricia relied on her friendship with some doctors at the hospital to allow Lipe to stay there with Lara. She even sacrificed her morning of work to speak with the administration, expressing her belief that it was not right for him to have invaded the hospital, taken clothing from one of the nurses, and infiltrated the girl's room. Moreover, she had untied Lara without the doctors' orders, which could potentially cause future problems for the patient who was still on the list of aggressive patients."Melinda, I believe that the danger period for herself has already passed, and the patient could even be discharged if she wanted to," Patricia spoke to the hospital director."That's something only her psychiatrist can say, Patricia. For both of us, it would be mere speculation.""We both know how this works; the doctor can extend it as long as they want.""I shouldn't even be discussing this with you," Melinda was unyielding, and Patricia could see that she was losing
A SWEET PHYSIOTHERAPISTFrank came to visit Lara as she was recovering. His visits to the hospital had traumatised him, and he was now undergoing weekly physiotherapy. He was relieved that he only had to go on a weekly basis, as for years he had to go every day, and he hoped that one day he would need to go even less frequently, and maybe even not at all."Sorry I didn't come earlier, Lara, but the staff kept me informed about your condition every day," he said as soon as he entered her room, standing as his condition made it more comfortable for him to stand than sit. Sitting anywhere was complicated for him."Friend, it's actually good that you waited to visit me; otherwise, I might have attacked you. I wasn't in a great state these past few days," she said, smiling."Well, I'll make some calls while you two catch up, Frank," Lipe informed them and left the room. He went to the hospital garden on the ground floor to talk to some of his clients and update them on his absence from wor
I HATE YOU!"He then left the room and closed the door so that the nurse couldn't enter. If Laura saw the restraints and the containment equipment, she would regress again."No!" he said to the nurse."What?""Not yet, please. Let me talk to her first, and if it doesn't work, then you can use that."The nurse looked at him with confusion. He had been instructed to administer medication if she became unbalanced and restrain her until she calmed down, and now a male companion was interfering - please, she will regress if you do that."Look, I'll give you five minutes," the nurse put the syringe and restraints on a cart next to the door and went inside to assist his colleague."See? He didn't bring anything," the nurse spoke to Lara, who still looked suspiciously at the nurse, her eyes bloodshot, and anger evident on her face."Lara, didn't I tell you I'm here?" Lipe drew her attention. "If we stop shouting, they will leave and let us be, right?""Yes, of course. We just ask that you don
PRISON WITHOUT WALLS"Nightmare. She was struggling with someone or something in her dream, and it seemed like Lipe was watching a horror movie as he saw her being devastated by something or someone in her dream. That horror movie where an evil man traps the person in the world of dreams.""Help me, Lipe!" she screamed, stretching on the bed, tears soaking her pillowcase. Lipe blamed himself for having fallen asleep because judging by the tears, she had been trapped in her nightmares for quite some time. Without hesitation, he dove into the bed next to her and held her in his arms."I'm here, Lara, it's okay, I'm here now," he spoke softly.But her scream, which woke him up, also caught the attention of the nursing staff. A nurse, the same one from a few hours ago who had given her the calming medication, swiftly entered the room with a syringe and restraints to tie her to the bed. However, he noticed that the girl was crying but in Lipe's arms, burying her face beneath his as if flee
THERAPY"Good morning, Lara, my favorite patient!" The doctor greeted her with a wide smile and extended his hand."You must say that to all your patients," Lara replied with a half-smile and shook his hand."I don't! You're my favorite girl, but I hope you keep that a secret, alright?" the doctor laughed, winked at her, and pulled up a chair closer to her. "Lara, I don't know if you heard what Lipe and I were discussing, but...""I want to continue with the medication. The sedative!" she interrupted him. Lipe thought that she must have overheard a significant part of their conversation."But, Lara, the doctor explained that with the sedative, you can't wake up when the nightmares come!" Lipe spoke, concerned for her. He hated seeing her tormented even in her sleep. It was already challenging for her to fight while awake, and when medicated, she would sleep and suffer as well."I don't always have nightmares, and I'm already used to it," she said, looking at the doctor."You are the p
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco