After Christmas

The sex happened. It was everything I planned and nothing like I expected.

Flavio was triumphant. Mario was barely present. I was orchestrating something that I told myself was revenge but was really just destruction.

And afterward, lying in bed, I realized: I didn't win. None of us won. We all just... failed.

Flavio got Mario for one night. But Mario will never love him the way he wants to be loved.

I got revenge. But the taste of it is poison.

Mario got... what? A memory he won't remember clearly? A night that proves nothing?

We're all just broken people using each other to avoid being alone.

And I can't do it anymore. I can't be part of this anymore.

I'm exhausted. I'm so tired of fighting.