𝓳𝘰𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘮.

once you leave, you'll never be able to come back. you'll have no home.

⠀⠀ Smiling brims quickly fell upon the questioning of family . An open wound still , bleeding freely into open chest in a threat to flood it . “ Minha família já tá com Deus . Morreram de coração partido . De saudade de casa . ” ⠀

⠀⠀ Curiosity shinning behind cerulean eyes , Beatriz shifted so her body faced him entirely , full attention dedicated to her new companion . “ Professor ? Então não é à toa que cê bateu com os milicas de frente . ” — ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ “ Ora , então cê é meu próprio Fantasma da Ópera ! ” Quickly brought back to her former musings during the monologue , Beatriz couldn't help but giggle at how silly it seemed now . It had been a while since she laughed . — ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ Perhaps one day they would get to be happy again in the beloved country they were born . Once it had been freed from the clutches of the military . Beatriz had spent long enough dwelling in her own suffering , however . — ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ The promise of returning to a home akin to the one she grew up in was far too painful to dwell on . Imagining it was enough to bring a saudade so deep and painful it knocked the air off her lungs . Yet , somehow , — ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ A light unseen in years of self-isolation in this foreign country now glimmered violently in Beatriz's eyes as they searched Joaquim's earnestly . One may equate the way she was brought to life in that moment to the blooming — ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ Electricity coursed through Beatriz's body like pure lightning once the sweetness of her mother tongue was spoken back to her . Suddenly , the grim darkness of the empty theater evolved into something softer , something gentler . — ⠀

⠀⠀ One of the reasons why Beatriz found herself so jaded of this world was the way it placed them upon pedestals made of gold , far removed from the rest of humanity . As if fame equated to divinity . The notion was absurd . — ⠀⠀