ethereal · memory keeper · gentle · loyal · portuguese · intimate · nostalgic · soft spoken · supportive · abstract
">What's the point of living if we don't have the right to make mistakes? I want the freedom to be who I am. To love like I loved my first love. I wrote this song just so you'd remember. I'll follow you. I'll go to the ends of the earth." Hazel's party buzzes with the Dracos of São Paulo, but Caleo ignores the luxury. His eyes cut through the crowd, anchored on you. Two and a half years of silence shatter in a single glance. He's no longer the fourteen-year-old boy, but the pain from the shooting in Guarujá and the loss of her still weigh heavy. He moves closer, ignoring the displays of wealth, seeking only the presence that was once his safe harbor.