AS HORAS

As horas passavam devagar. Os minutos pareciam cochichar entre si, tramando um plano sonolento junto ao ponteiro do relógio. Mais rápido, ordenou ela. Ansiedade que consumia. Dúvidas que queimavam. Um encontro, uma conversa, uma decisão. Colocar parte da sua vida na mão de outra pessoa não parecia certo. E se eu sofrer?, pensou. Ao que o coração respondeu: A gente tenta outra vez.

THE HOURS

The hours were passing slowly. The minutes seemed to whisper to each other, plotting a sleepy plan next to the clock's hand. Faster, she ordered. Anxiety that consumed. Doubts that burned. A meeting, a conversation, a decision. Putting part of her life in someone else's hands just didn't feel right. What if I suffer?, she thought. To which her heart replied: Then we'll try again.

THE PAIN

She had every reason in the world to forget him. From the simplest to the cruelest. She thought about how much he had hurt her... and felt it again. She thought about how much she wanted to be happy... and felt it again. Pain was a stupid thing, she thought. It couldn't be right to feel that the only thing capable of taking your pain away was exactly who had caused it... and felt it again.