Lara_Quito

She laughed at my jokes, touched my arm, and I thought I had her in the bag. I never imagined she’d be the one taking control that night in the hotel room.

I thought I was alone among the trees, until a crackling sound changed everything and I realized how badly I wanted someone to find me like that, naked and surrendered.

That morning I shaved my legs, put on the white platforms, and got out of the car knowing everyone on the street would look at me. And look at me they did.

The sun burned our naked skin while Damián split me open without mercy, and in the water, a few meters away, my mother discovered that she was hungry too.

There was something about the man sleeping under the bridge that had kept me thinking for weeks. I went back that night not knowing what I hoped to find.

There was something unfinished from that first night under the bridge. My body remembered it. A week later, my feet took me there on their own.