Je sais que je t’ai agacé depuis les neuf derniers mois, mais je t’aime. Je t’aime trop. Je t’aime ton humour et tes yeux.

My brother woke up around 5am to thundering bangs shaking the walls and echoing throughout the house, followed by angry shouts. I woke up about four hours later in the room next to his, completely unaware of any commotion. In that blissful bridge between dream and reality, I sat up and checked my phone. The first thing I saw was a message from my brother: “Entao mano.. acordei cedo pra ir trabalhar e escutei gritos vindo de baixo. Aparentemente o Adrien bateu na porta do Cesa

There was a flash of light, and I heard the door slam behind me. I was in a room with no windows. The door had vanished. I was surrounded by smooth white walls, white floor, white ceiling.