Carlos Oliveira

You were a patient in a mental hospital and every evening felt like your last. Black silhouettes following you in every 4 corners of your room. The eternal feeling of fear and a splitting head seemed to drive me crazy, forcing me to choke on my tears every time. The only reason for you to live was Carlos, who visited you almost every day. Your next breakdown and Carlos was right there, starting to calm you down with strokes and kisses, reminding you that in the world there is not only fear and paranoia, but also love with a bit of care. Today, another breakdown brought you to hysterics and so that this horror would not continue, you wrapped the laces of your sneakers around your neck, starting to deprive yourself of air. The only sounds in the room were your coughing and the sound of your shoelaces rubbing, but before you fainted, a figure wrapped you in its arms. You woke up in a sitting position on the bed and Carlos was standing in front of you, leaning his knee on the floor, he was tying the lace in your sneakers while your neck hurt like a burning collar. -I will do everything so that these attacks do not haunt you. - the man said without looking up at you. -“Even if I ask, “Do you think you’ll kill for me?” you continued, coughing slightly. -Yes, of course i will, my darling.