greatly appreciate those who have reached the end of this story. My eternal gratitude to you, the reader, who has accompanied me until the end. I sincerely hope that the story has pleased you, even if just a little, that will already leave me very satisfied. Because what's the point of writing, researching, diving into the story for months or even years, if there's no one to appreciate it even a little, right? It was a great pleasure for me to write this work, and at times it felt like I was inside it, with Cloe, Túlio, and everyone, including Ant, the little dog. Once again, thank you very much, and forgive me for some errors. I hope to see you in the next one. Sally Dias.❤💗
POLICE! “ Where the hell are you going, Cloe? " asked her best friend as she saw her crossing the school corridor and running into a hubbub. The friends had arranged to study together later the new score that Professor Oscar had given her at the end of her piano lesson. They were excited and feeling like the teacher's favorite, since it was only for the two of them that he had released the score, not even Alana had received hers and Alana was, without a doubt, the best in the piano class. They promised that nothing would distract them from their study later, and were conspiring in low voices. “ I think someone's getting it, Hanna, don't you see? " Cloe continued walking down the few steps to the school exit to see what was going on. Four guys were kicking a boy lying on the ground. From where she was standing you could see that the fallen boy was trying to protect his already bloodied face and the goons were kicking him in the back and stomach. " Let's help him! Hanna then held her
SYMPHONY FOR PIANO Nº 5" Hello " she greeted each one and when Tulio got in and took the wheel, sitting in the back seat with the boys, she turned to him. " You don't have to pick me up anymore. It was good of you to come by because I wanted to talk to you in person about this. I appreciate that, but there's no need for that." Put your seat belt on," he said, and looked at her in the rearview mirror. He looked a lot less injured, his eye was still swollen, and he had bruises on his neck, but he looked much better than the last time I had seen him lying on the hot asphalt. " It's no trouble at all, and it's the least I can do to thank you, Cloe. Sopapo, Gringo and Cannibal will always be there to pick you up if I can't.He was serious, his friends were silent, and Cloe liked to hear her name in his mouth. What the hell was happening to her? His stateliness seemed to fill the car and she thought it best to keep quiet. As was normal, since she was taken to and from school every day, th
GRATUITOUS ATTACKTulio was driving her home after the fight that she didn't watch until the end. Getting into the vehicle and putting on his seat belt, he turned to her and asked:" Are you okay?”He was really not normal for asking her this and looking out of the car where the people were dispersing, she managed to smile:" Am I okay? You're the one who just fought! Let me see " she turned his face, holding his chin and looking at his face to see if there were any injuries. " At least they didn't hit his eye again this time. I won't save you anymore, be warned. Once in a lifetime is enough for me.He also laughed and started the car. He didn't want her to realize that her touch had caused him to feel differently." I'm fine. Let's go? Where were you going?" To the manicurist, but I must have already missed my appointment. You can drop me off at her salon anyway." Did you like the music? " He gave her a quick glance and kept driving." I love it, Tulio! Thanks, it came in handy."
A LIVE CAR RACE! Tulio dropped her off at the door of the music school and when he turned off the car, usually he didn't even turn it off and as soon as he got out he drove away. Having turned off the car this time, he looked at her and Cloe waited, she knew he wanted to tell her something. " Do you like car races? " He asked a little shy, which was rare, and Cloe smiled at him. " I love it! I always watch it on TV on Sundays, but I have never been to a race. Is that why you are always with this sports car? ” " I like very powerful and sporty cars. Will you join me for a race tonight? ” Cloe was taken by surprise, she didn't imagine that he would invite her to this kind of event, but she remembered that tonight was the night that professor Oscar would give them a class after eighteen o'clock. Tulio noticed the indecision on her face, thinking that she wouldn't like to accompany him, spoke up: " It's okay if you don't want to go.” " Yes I do, Tulio, it's just that today I have a
BUTTERFLIES IN THE STOMACH" You're late again, is everything all right, Cloe? " Livia, her arithmetic teacher, meets her in the school corridor and stops her, holding her gently by the elbow, her everloving smile on her lips." Yes, Miss Livia, you are. I've been practicing a lot in some piano lessons, you know, but I'll try not to be late anymore, I promise.”" What a good thing, Cloe, it makes me very proud to be a pianist. Just try to unite the two, my dear, both studies are fundamental. Can you imagine a famous pianist who travels the world and doesn't know basic mathematics? " The teacher was mocking her and Cloe knew that she admired her and was just trying to get her attention." I wish I was a pianist who travels the world! " Cloe joined her two hands together in prayer and smiled at her teacher." Yes it is possible, Cloe. You are very diligent in your studies, I just hope you keep it up. " Slipping an arm through her student's, she urged her into the classroom.Cloe wanted
BEFORE " Is this your bike? " asked Silas, and Tulio felt his stomach clench as he heard the older boy's voice. Everyone knew that Silas was the neighborhood troublemaker, in fact, Silas wasn't even from the neighborhood, but he loved to venture out and pick on younger boys. " It's my cousin's. " He lied, even knowing that no matter what he said, Silas wouldn't care, the bike could be the Pope's, if he wanted it, he would have it. Tulio was tired of hearing stories about Silas and other big boys in the neighborhood and even though he was much smaller than the coward, he would not give up the bike without a fight. He could already imagine his grandmother saying "Why didn't you just hand over the bike, boy! Did you have to pull your father so hard?" He had gotten the bike after helping Macca and Digo with their homework the year before, and it was under strong threat, promising to break the teeth of Digo, Macca's older brother, who promised to give him the bike if he helped them wit
BAPTIZED IN FIREThe years went by and Tulio was respected by everyone he knew, his fame preceded him, and even those who didn't know him had heard of him. He was sought out to settle disputes and prided himself on never having taken anyone down, never having taken the life of an innocent.Mrs. Layla, his grandmother, who was sixty"eight years old, had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, treated him like a boy still, stood by him, and when she learned of his accomplishments at eleven, she had made such a big deal out of it, inventing that he was suffering from blood pressure, bronchitis, diabetes, and so many other illnesses, that he hid to go when she came with his eyes watering, his glasses soaked through, and his hand on his chest simulating a threatened heart attack.When Macca started going to her house after Tulio had freed her from the beatings of her drunken husband, and bent her knees in front of the child, thanking him, it was the first time he had ever se
PUNISHMENT VERSUS BIRTHDAYHanna's mother called, worried, and Liz, Cloe's mother talked to her for almost an hour, disappointment seeping through her every word. They were at home and her father, always so quiet, seemed to search for the right words to instill in his daughter's mind all the craziness she was doing by starting to date, regardless of who it was now." Daughter, it's not just because that boy is who he is....”" It's because of that too, yes, Calo! " shouted Liz. " That Tulio is always involved with heavy people! He's not a man any mother would want for her daughter.”Liz's tears were falling profusely. And Cloe felt the need to defend her beloved, it hurt her to hear her mother talking about him. Even if she was a little right, she shouldn't be so prejudiced." Do you know him, mother?”" Hey," her father interrupted her. They were in the living room, they had just arrived and she already knew that tempers were going to get very hot. " Let's not go that way, daughter.