a connection in the lost

The moon has always been a witness to hidden secrets, to silent emotions that are only revealed in its pale light. This is the story of two broken souls who, under its cover of night, found an unexpected refuge.

Paula and Marcos met in one of those places where smiles are rare and words often get stuck in the throat: a mourning meeting. She had lost her mother after a long battle with cancer, while he had buried his brother just a few weeks ago, the victim of a tragic car accident. Although their losses were very different, the sadness they both carried was palpable.

The first meeting was as silent as the atmosphere that surrounded them. There was no exchange of words beyond the essentials, a shy greeting and a quick glance, but somehow, they both felt a strange familiarity. Several more meetings passed before Marcos, a little more determined than Paula, approached her after one of the sessions.

– Would you like to have a coffee? –He asked in a tone that could barely hide his tiredness, but also his need for company.

Paula, her eyes still red, nodded. She didn’t know exactly why, but the thought of not returning home alone that afternoon felt a little less devastating.

Coffee turned out to be the first of many conversations. What began as informal catch-ups after meetings soon became routine. They found themselves talking about things that, curiously, they did not mention in the grieving sessions: their lives before the loss, their families, the good memories and the small hopes they still held. Sometimes, they laughed at the absurdity of some situations, other times, they simply remained silent, but together.

One night, after several months, Paula and Marcos found themselves walking through the city under the light of the Moon. They hadn’t realized how much they had begun to depend on each other until they reached the entrance to Paula’s house. Words were not necessary; There was something in the air, something they both understood without needing to say it out loud.

– Do you want to go up? –She asked, not really knowing what she expected from that invitation.

Marcos stared at her for a few seconds and nodded, a silent agreement that resonated with the same certainty as the moon shining above them.

That night was different for both of them. There was no rush, no empty words. Just the comfort of knowing they weren’t alone. In the intimacy of Paula’s room, their bodies met as their hearts had done weeks before: with a need for connection, to feel something beyond the pain that had brought them together. The kisses began gently, almost cautiously, but as the caresses intensified, the urgency became palpable.

For the first time in a long time, Paula stopped thinking about the loss of her mother, about the months of pain and loneliness. Marcos, for his part, allowed himself to feel more than sadness. It was as if that night they were both seeking redemption in each other’s arms. Their bodies seemed to move with a synchronicity that neither of them had experienced in a long time.

The next morning, there were no promises or big words. Just an unspoken understanding that, despite what they had shared, they were still two people dealing with their own demons.

From that night on, their relationship began to transform into something deeper and more meaningful. It was not a conventional love story, nor one of those fleeting adventures that are forgotten over time. What they shared was something different, a bond woven by shared pain, but one that went beyond the simple need for comfort. Although they continued to meet at mourning meetings, their conversations had become more intimate and frequent. They called each other almost daily, sometimes just to hear each other’s voices, to feel that someone else was there, understanding the weight they carried in their hearts.

One weekend, without planning too much, they decided to leave the city. They both felt that they needed to escape the routine that enveloped them in sadness. They took refuge in a small cabin in the mountains, where the fresh air and scenery offered them a respite from daily life.

There, in the middle of nature, their relationship reached a deeper point. Paula began to open up more, to share details that until then she had kept to herself. Marcos, for his part, also revealed his fears and hopes. The vulnerability they both showed brought them closer than they ever could have imagined. They didn’t know exactly what they meant to each other, but what was clear was that, for the first time in a long time, they both felt less alone. They shared a connection that went beyond words, a silent understanding that only those who have suffered similar losses can experience.

The moon, once again, keeps in its shadows the story of two souls who, in the midst of pain, found an unexpected connection. It wasn’t love at first sight, nor unbridled passion, but something deeper: the comfort of knowing that, although life had hurt them, they were not destined to heal alone.