By freakshow90 on Skatehive
All Photos on this post belongs to me The first days of the year 2022 were beginning, it was January; in Venezuela this means that it is the coldest month of the year. And by cold, I mean early mornings with a wind chill of 16, 17 degrees. In those days, curiously enough, I was spending a few weeks in the flat of my best friend, who, to cap this story, was going through a very difficult period of separation from her ex-partner, a serial abuser by the book. But I digress, that's another story. As I have always been a night person, I still remember that every early morning, in a flat number 15, with panoramic windows, the cold of the early morning was noticeably felt... The hours passed in their usual chronogram; you know, it's daylight in a heartbeat... It's 6:30 a.m. and the imperative need for coffee invades my body. I pick up my mobile phone, which was charging in another room of the flat, and I notice the notifications on WhatsApp, it's the protagonist of this story: Stef. Comenzaba