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The chantry

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I still keep our love letters, because I know they're the only ones I'll ever receive in my life. Who else could love me? My heart has involuntarily shrunk, leaving room only for you. Your absence is like a permanent figure in my life. I don't see it literally, but I feel your presence slightly, leaving a constant questioning in my mind. I get up and walk towards the sea. There is no point in continuing in this life without a reason to live, without someone to love and without a shred of love, not even for myself. Drowning would be a slow and torturous death, and that's what I deserved.

I knew that at some point I would take my life. Especially after I took yours three days ago, on our last trip. What a goal to resolve whether we would continue together or not. When you said you couldn't go on with me, my world fell apart and I was sure we were both crazy. I couldn't bear not having you by my side or seeing you go on without me. There was nothing to do but kill you. My sweet love, I spared you from trying to find happiness away from my arms. So I poisoned you at dinner, made you your favorite dish and told you that I accepted your decision, even though I would never stop loving you. In a way, I accepted your decision, I just changed your plans a little. It's not because I accepted it that I would allow you to go far away.

I'm on my way to find you, Veronica. I hope you'll forgive me in eternal rest and come and meet me wherever I am.

"Ask for mercy for my condemned soul, since yours is so pure. "

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It was on November 19, 2023 that I realized I missed you.

Sitting on the sand, with my body leaning against the leg of the chair where my things were piled up, I was reading one of my favorite poetry books "Textos Cruéis Demais Para Serem Lidos Rapidamente" while drinking a warm beer. Leafing through the pages, I found a photo of us hugging in front of your house in São Paulo. Holding a bouquet of flowers and smiling with our faces pressed together, we were celebrating being together. It wasn't a marriage proposal or any formal celebration, we were just happy to love each other despite so many obstacles.

I leafed through a few more pages, trying to get rid of the nostalgia that was gradually taking hold of me. I reached page 204, a big mistake. All I needed was a push to fall apart, and that was all it took to release the tears I was trying to hold back. I collapsed, specifically at the passage that read: "I'm sorry for the words we didn't say to each other. Of what has fallen asleep on the right side of our chests and remains there...".

There are things I'll never be able to say to you again and that I'll never hear you say either. So many things lost their meaning, smell and importance after you left. My favorite songs, movies and books have lost their luster without me being able to share them with you. I have the impression that a part of me has disappeared. I miss lying with you on the sofa at home, watching a classic movie and discussing it. When you left, I realized how much I loved listening to Maria Bethânia while we shared the same cigarette, squeezed together on the small balcony of the apartment.

part 1.

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I'll be posting stories I've written and a few things about my sims 2 account :) I like to share sad things that go around in my head

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The time Ambrose had to leave for work came all too soon. Wrapped in each other's arms, both men were reluctant to let the other go. Dominick especially clung to his fiancé (his FIANCÉ - the word felt too good to be true), his arms tightly around Ambrose as if that alone could keep him from leaving.

"I really have to go, love," Ambrose murmured softly; Dom sighed, pulling him a little closer, unwilling to let the moment slip away so quickly. "I know, I just... don’t want you to go yet."

"I'll be back before you kno...," Ambrose began, but the words were cut short when Dominick's lips suddenly clashed against his own. The kiss was passionate and lingering, speaking more than words ever could. When they pulled apart, both were flustered and short of breath. "I'll see you soon, fiancé," Ambrose whispered against his lover's ear.

Dom held onto him for a moment longer, then slowly let go, watching him close the door behind him. Already feeling a pang of loss, he knew that he'd be counting the seconds until they could be reunited.

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"But Esotheria", I hear you say "how come your latest rotation recap says you have five community lots, when you actually have four?"

...Asked no-one ever. But in case some of you were wondering about it - good catch! It's true that I've only showcased four 'proper' community lots so far. Well, surprise! Here's the fifth.

The Royal Crypt

In a flush of morbid inspiration, I decided that the Moonfeathers needed a private burial ground. It only makes sense - all those queens and kings of the past had to be buried somewhere, right?

It's located in the forest right behind the castle, at the foot of a very steep hill. So far still a WIP, but I like the exterior so I probably won't be messing with it anymore.