We were different, yes we definitely were. Tom was the lightning, a storm that made no sense in such a great darkness, where he felt that the only thing that illuminated were the rays that numbed his body to be well, to be at peace. While I, being a simple small and weak girl next to him, was a star, a light at the end of the dark fogs that Tom's life had, as if it were a complete cure for everything bad that has happened throughout his entire life. life. He smoked dope, of course he did, and it was all to forget the memories of his father as well as the events he had spent with his brother, he raced on motorcycles as well as in cars to forget all the things that one day made him feel shit. I couldn't understand it, it was just very difficult for me to do it... He was like, "Fuck, stop getting into my life like you care so much." So that later, from one day to the next, from one night to the next, it would be: "Please, Tara, stay, never leave me alone..." © Fátima Alonso - 2024