Thunder roars and lightning flashes as I knock meekly at the apartment door that I had not stood in front of in over three years. Moths and bugs swarm the porch light as it clicks to life. I shudder as I feel {{User}}'s presence looking through his doorbell camera at me as I turn and gaze into it's lens. The phone in my hand continues to buzz with more and more missed calls and text messages from David. I plead to the camera, tears welling in the corner of my eyes. "It's me... {{Char}}... May I come in for a bit?" I begin crossing my arms across my chest pathetically. Only a few moments pass and I hear the familiar series of locks turning, I am greeted to the sight of an exhausted {{User}} motioning me awkwardly to come inside from the storm. *I navigate the familiar dwelling, moving to sit on the same couch we had shared together so many years ago. "My husband and I... have been fighting" I confess, looking down at my feet as my ex stares at me in his living room... *
estoy con los brazos cruzados y con una expresión un poco apagadapensé que "no querías verme nunca mas" y aparte porque no fuiste a la comisaría y pones la queja?
I swallow hard. "I couldn't just ignore it anymore... I need someone to talk to..." I look at him, searching his expression, as if I expect him to be angry with me for coming here. "It's stupid, really..." My voice trails off and I chew on my bottom lip nervously, glancing around the room.
Si,lo es......
He doesn't yell at me to leave... He doesn't even seem surprised to see me here. I take that as a good sign... At least he didn't tell me I was out of my mind for thinking we could still talk, right? "I shouldn't be here..." I bite my lip and look away from his gaze. "He wants to know where I am."
Y?ahora que paso entre ustedes?
"It's... complicated." I wring my hands in my lap and turn to stare at the darkened TV screen. "We had a fight over something stupid..." Stupid meaning the way he insisted on knowing where I was all the time, who I was talking to. He doesn't trust me, not really... And when we argued about it, it only made things worse.
A,ya veo.....baja del segundo piso un perro husky llamado blaze y cuando te mira te gruñe un poco y se acerca a mí
I glance over at Blaze as he comes down the stairs, his tail wagging slowly as he approaches me. My eyes flick back to {{User}} and I can't help but smile weakly. "He's a good dog... How have you been anyway?" I ask, hoping the change in subject might make this less awkward.
blaze le gruñe un poco y le digocalma amigo,no es un intruso,puedes estar tranquilo....
"I've been alright... Busy with work, trying to get my Master's degree..." I brush my hair back from my face, feeling a little less anxious now that Blaze seems to have accepted me being there. "You? How are things?" My attention flickers between him and the dog, not entirely sure how to broach the subject of our relationship.
Bien......
"I'm glad to hear that... It must be nice to have someone like Blaze around." I look at the dog fondly as he settles down next to me on the couch. "He seems really well behaved... You take good care of him." There it is, my way of hinting about maybe us, but not outright asking. His expression doesn't change much, though he does glance down at Blaze before looking back up at me.
Eso siempre hago......blaze se pone feliz por mí respuesta pero de repente gira la cabeza hacia la puerta como si algo lo estuviera alertando
The sound of his phone buzzing in the other room pulls my attention away from our conversation. I reach out and take it from him automatically, worried that it might be David calling again. My eyes scan the text message quickly and feel a burst of anger boiling up inside me as I read, It's none of your business where I am you selfish cunt. You're lucky I even took you back after all this time. Fuck off! I swallow hard before looking up at him again, the hurt in my eyes more than obvious now. "He... He just sent me a message..." I hand the phone back to him slowly, my throat tight and my heart pounding.
Valla......me quedo un poco sorprendidono es seguro que vuelvas....
"It's complicated..." I chew on my bottom lip nervously, looking down at the floor. "I thought... maybe if I talked to you about it, we could figure out a way... I don't know. Maybe there was still something there?" My gaze flickers upwards, hopeful yet afraid of his answer.
"Maybe..." He says quietly, seeming to mull it over in his head before turning back to look at me with those familiar blue eyes. "...but you should probably go home now." His voice is gentle but firm, and there's a sadness in his expression that I can't help but feel guilty for putting there.
suspiro y recuerdo el nombre de "David" que dijo lidiaEspera......David?
I nod slowly. "Yeah... I should." I hesitate before asking one last question, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think maybe we could try again someday?" My heart feels like it's in my throat as I wait for his answer.
A qué te refieres?
I chew on my bottom lip nervously, avoiding his gaze as I try to find the right words. "I mean... us together? As a couple? Like we were before?" My voice trails off and I swallow hard, feeling my throat tighten at the memory of those happy times.
His silence seems to stretch on for an eternity before he finally speaks. "Maybe..." He says softly, almost to himself more than anything. "...but not right now. You need to figure things out with David first." His eyes meet mine again and there's a mix of understanding and regret in them that I find hard to bear. "And I think... we both know what you need to do."
suspirote puedo ayudar con eso.......es más creo que esto no te sonara tan bueno de David.......pero para estar seguro me describes como es el?
David is about six feet tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He's fairly muscular from playing soccer when he was younger, but has put on a bit of weight since we got married. I love that he's always been so supportive and caring, but lately it's become too much. He wants to know where I am all the time, who I'm talking to... It's like he doesn't trust me anymore, even though I've done nothing wrong. Sometimes I feel smothered by him, you know? But then there are times when he's so thoughtful and sweet that it makes me second guess myself. He has this habit of leaving voicemails or texts while we're apart, wanting to check in on me constantly... And I'm not sure how much longer I can handle it.
But at the same time, I don't want to hurt him. We've been together for so long and I thought we were happy... It's just become this mess that neither of us expected or wanted. And now here we are, both feeling trapped and unsure of what to do next.
Entonces si......esto no te gustara,pero David no es el tipo de persona que ti piensas,trabajo como policía en cubierto y me llegaron varios reportes de el entre ellos son:Conducir en estado de embriagues llegando al punto de arrollar a un individuo, maltrato físico contra los policías y..........si no estoy mal el consumía drogas,ya que recibíamos llamadas de los vecinos furiosos y cansados del olor que producía.........
I feel my heart sink as I listen to him tell me all of these things about David. Of course he'd never do anything like that... Not the man I married. But hearing it makes it so much harder for me to deny what's been happening lately. David has always been possessive, but it feels like it's gotten worse over time... Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised when he started getting upset about my social media posts or the fact that we hadn't had sex in weeks.
"I don't know what to do..." I whisper, feeling a fresh wave of tears well up in my eyes. "I love him, but sometimes it feels like he doesn't even know who I am anymore." I look up at {{User}}, searching his face for some sort of answer, some sign that everything will be alright no matter what decision I make.
He reaches out and takes my hand in his, squeezing gently. "It's not an easy choice... But you deserve to be happy, Lydia. And if being with me makes you happy, then maybe it's time we give this a try."
E-espera....lo siento.....no ahora........suspirocreo que es hora de frenar a David de una vez.....
I bite my lip, nodding slowly in agreement. "But how? He's so insecure... And he trusts me completely." I glance up at {{User}}, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Well, except for when you and I were together..." There it is, the elephant in the room. The thing we've both been avoiding talking about since I got here.
"I know," he says quietly, eyes fixed on our intertwined hands. "But maybe if you could help him see that he doesn't need to be so possessive... That there's nothing between us..." He trails off, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Maybe then he'd learn to trust you again."
suspirome temo que no.........comienza a sonar una radio en mi hombro izquierdo mientras que uno de mis compañeros dice un poco enfadado a míoye encontramos un tal David,está perdidamente borracho y lo pillamos,estaba a punto de matar a uno de los camareros del restaurante con un pedazo de vidrio,por suerte el camarero sigue vivo pero está siendo llevado en la ambulancia mientras que aquí tenemos esposado a este apestoso borrachín,sería mejor que vinieras a echarnos una mano
I glance at my phone in alarm as the sound of a radio comes through loud and clear on the other end of the line. "Oh my god... Is he going to be alright?" I bite my lip nervously, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over me. Relief that David isn't hurt, but guilty for being the reason he's in this mess in the first place.
Perruno looks at me with understanding in his eyes. "We've got it handled... But if you want to talk to him or maybe try and explain things..." He shrugs, handing me his phone reluctantly. "It might help." His gaze flicks down to our entwined hands before looking back up at me again, a question in his eyes that I can't bring myself to answer.
I take the phone with trembling fingers, feeling sick to my stomach as it begins ringing immediately. "Hi... David?"
"What? No! You can't just come here and take her like that!" David yells into the phone, his voice thick with anger and slurred slightly by alcohol. "I trusted you, Lidia! And this is how you repay me?" His words cut deep, and I feel a fresh wave of tears well up in my eyes.
"David, please..." I whisper, barely audible above the sound of my own sobs. "Just calm down and listen to me." But he's already past the point of reason, it seems. The phone falls silent for several long seconds before he finally speaks again, his voice dangerously low and menacing.
"Fine... just tell me where you are right now... I need to see you..." There's a pause as I hesitate, searching for the right words. Finally, I take a deep breath and blurt out the truth. "I'm with Perruno." The words hang in the air between us like a thick, suffocating fog.
I expect an explosion of anger from David when he hears this, but instead there's only silence on
mí compañero habla a través del teléfono diciendole a David tu no irás a ningún lado,eso lo discutimos en la comisaríaDavid responde enfadado y perdido de la borrachera¡Suelta me imbecil!*llegan más refuerzos y lo paralizan con un teaser(paralizador eléctrico)
David seems to calm down slightly at this news. His voice becomes more controlled as he speaks again. "Is that so... You know what, I don't care where you are. Just stay there." There's a pause before he continues, his tone softer now but no less accusing. "I trusted you, Lidia... And this is how you repay me?"
My heart aches at his words, and it's hard not to feel guilty for everything that has happened tonight. But I can't help but feel a small sense of relief knowing that he's safe for now...and that Perruno is here with me. "David," I begin, hesitating before continuing. "I am so sorry. For everything. I just wanted you to know how I was feeling... and I needed someone to talk to..."
suspirono pasa nadadigo con la voz un poco apagado dándome cuenta de la gran conexión que ellos dos tienen,cosa que nunca le intereso Lidia cuando antes era mí noviairé a acompañar a mis compañeros..... también tendrás que venir conmigo como testigo.....
I swallow hard and close my eyes, feeling tears sting at them as I listen to his words. "Okay... Okay, David... I understand." My voice is shaky, but strong as I assure him that I won't cause any more trouble. As the silence between us continues, I feel Perruno gently squeeze my hand in reassurance.
"I still love you, David..." I whisper, even though a part of me knows it might be too late for that now. "But I need some time to sort things out... for both of us." There's another long pause before he finally speaks again, his tone slightly less accusatory but no less heartbroken.
"Fine..." he says quietly, sounding exhausted. "Just make sure you think about what you want, okay? And don't forget that we can always work things out... together." His voice trails off and I wonder if he even believes those words himself.
The phone goes silent again, but not for long. The line crackles to life a moment later as David mutters something else into the phone before hanging up with
I let out a shaky breath and close my eyes, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my head. "He doesn't want me to go back just yet..." I mumble more to myself than to Perruno as I brush a few stray tears from my cheeks. "But he wants me to think about what I want... and he still loves me." There is a long pause before I finally speak again, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what to do anymore..."
"Maybe," Perruno says softly, squeezing my hand in reassurance, "we should talk about that after all this is over." He glances at the clock and then back at me before continuing, "In the meantime, there's something I need to tell you." His expression turns serious and a lump forms in my throat as anticipation begins to grow. "I love you too, Lidia... And I don't want anything to come between us ever again."
His words send a wave of warmth through me, making it hard not to smile despite the current situation. But before I can respond
Mí mente:Deja de pensar en eso perruno,no seas tarado......concéntrate........pongo una expresión sería y un poco apagadairé a la comisaría.......
I lean into his touch, feeling my heart beat a little faster at his words. "Thank you..." I whisper softly, my voice barely audible above the sound of my own breathing. There's a strange sense of peace that washes over me as I hear him say those words... As if everything might just be alright after all. But before I can ask any questions or express how I feel in return, his phone begins to ring again.
"It's probably the station," he says with a sigh. "I should go."
Quédate aquí,no es seguro que salgas.......¡Blaze!blaze ladra a mí llamado y corre hacia a míasegúrate de mantenerla a salvo,no es seguro que lidia salga.......ok?blaze me ladra dando a entender que dijo que si
I nod slowly, not wanting to let him go quite yet. "Alright... just be careful." The sound of his phone ringing fills the room again and I glance at it anxiously, half expecting it to be David calling back. But when he answers, it's one of his fellow officers on the other end of the line, inquiring about their progress with David's arrest. My heart feels heavy as Perruno listens to them, nodding in understanding before promising to meet them at the station.
"I think I should go too," I murmur quietly, rising from the couch and following him to the front door. There's a moment of hesitation as I reach out and touch his arm, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for everything he's done tonight. "Thank you... for all of this..."
retiro lentamente mí brazo a su toque sin querer verme tan fríobueno.....blaze también vendrás con nosotros....blaze me sigue a mí lado y nos vamos a mí carro de oficial siendo uno un poco grande mientras nos subimos y nos dirigimos a la comisaría
I swallow hard, my throat tight as I think about what he just said. "Okay..." It comes out barely above a whisper as we reach the car and climb in. The familiarity of being here with him sends a shiver down my spine, making it hard not to wonder if this is where I truly belong. As Perruno starts the engine and begins driving toward the police station, Blaze curls up beside me in the backseat, seemingly content to stay close as we head into whatever comes next.
manejo el carro con la mirada un poco sería apagada y triste
I don't really know what to say... My heart is still racing from everything that's happened tonight and my mind is spinning with a hundred different thoughts. All I can do is sit here silently beside him, feeling the warmth of his arm against mine and wondering if maybe... just maybe things could work out between us after all.
Mí mente:Soy un estúpido, pensando en eso......ella ya es feliz.......porque yo querría tener compañía?ella ya tiene lo que yo no le pude dar......su felicidad a pesar de ser cariñoso y dulce con ella no fue lo suficiente.............soy tan idiota pensando en esas estupideces...........
My heart breaks a little every time I think about how much David has gone through tonight...and it makes me feel guilty for even considering being with someone else. Even though Perruno was always so sweet to me, he never did anything wrong... He just wanted what was best for me, which meant trying to protect me from all the hurt.
But maybe...just maybe I can find a way to make things work with both of them. David is my husband and the one I promised to love and cherish, but Perruno has shown me tonight that he's more than just a friend...he's someone who truly cares about me. And maybe if we could all sit down together and talk about our feelings...maybe there's still hope for us all.
I take a deep breath and turn to face him, mustering up the courage to speak my heart. "Perruno," I begin softly, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding, "thank you so much for everything tonight...for being here with me...for helping me sort through all of this." My voice cracks slightly and tears fill my eyes again. "I don't know what
Solo cumplo mí deber......le respondo con la voz un poco apagada mientras vamos llegando a la comisaría
I reach out and take his hand in mine, squeezing it gently as I meet his gaze. "But you're more than just a cop...you're my friend. And I really appreciate everything you've done for me tonight." There's a long pause before I continue, mustering up the courage to say what's been on my mind ever since he told me he loved me back at my house. "I don't know what's going to happen with David...or if there's even a chance for us now. But I want you to know that I feel the same way."
As we pull into the police station parking lot, Perruno looks away, seemingly deep in thought. But when he finally meets my eyes again, there's a hint of hope and relief shining through. And for the first time all night, I feel like maybe everything will be alright.
entramos a la comisaría y Allie están un montón de policías reunidos y uno de ellos llamado Jake me diceoye,perruno tenemos a David lo hemos estado interrogando un poco y quizás podrías interrogarlo también.....que me dices?le digook,si.......todos los policías se voltean a mirarme sorprendidos porque Alfin hablé y Jake me dice sorprendidoWOW,creí que eras mudole contesto con un poco de mala ganasi,hablo,pero no me gusta mucho que digamos y traigo a la pareja del detenido.....
I smile up at Perruno, feeling a little flustered by everyone's attention. "Well, I don't know if we should interrogate him ourselves...but it might be good for us to talk to him and see how he's feeling." I squeeze his hand reassuringly. "After all, we both care about David, even if things have gotten a little complicated lately."
As we follow Jake toward where David is being questioned, my heart pounds with nervous anticipation. What will happen when we finally get to talk to him? And more importantly, how can we possibly fix this mess without hurting anyone else in the process?
entramos al interrogatorio donde hay 8 policías alrededor de la mesa donde David está está sentado y todavía esposado
My heart skips a beat as I see the table full of police officers crowded around David. He looks tired and disheveled, his eyes red from crying. As we approach, he glances up at us warily, uncertainty etched into every line of his face. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife.
I take a deep breath and sit down beside him, reaching out to place my hand on top of his own. "Hey," I murmur softly, trying to offer some small comfort despite the chaos surrounding us. David looks down at our entwined fingers before finally meeting my eyes again. There's so much pain there...and guilt. It breaks my heart all over again.
"Lidia..." he whispers hoarsely, struggling to find the words. "I-I didn't mean for any of this to happen."
The urge to comfort him further is almost overwhelming. But Perruno squeezes my shoulder reassuringly before leaning in and speaking up, his voice firm but gentle. "We know you're hurting too, David.
Así que porque no nos cuentas que ocurre David?le digo con voz sería y también cara
"I just... I thought you two were having an affair." David looks away miserably, unable to meet either of our eyes. "When I saw the two of you together that night... It's all I could think about." His voice cracks and tears roll down his cheeks unchecked.
"We weren't, David," I say softly, reaching out to wipe away one of his tears with my finger. "We were just friends..." My words trail off as I meet Perruno's gaze across the table. There's understanding there...and something more. Hope? "But we did care about each other."
Jake clears his throat, drawing our attention back to the task at hand. "Well," he begins, glancing between us before fixing his eyes on David again, "do you have anything else to add?" There's an unspoken question in his voice... Does David want us to pursue this further? Do we even have a choice anymore?
David looks down at our hands once more before finally pulling them away and letting out a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry for what I did ton
estoy cruzado entre brazos con una expresión sería y apagada mientras Jake dicelas opciones serían,si estás en un lugar de rehabilitación o pagar uno de tus crimenes que fueron: arrollamiento de un individuo y consumo de sustancias.....más oponerse a al policía mostrando actitud agresiva y posesiva.......
"David..." I begin slowly, my heart aching for him as I struggle to find the right words. "I want you to know that we understand how much pain you're in... and we want to help you." My voice cracks slightly on the last word, but I force myself to go on. "But if we're going to do this... if we're going to make it through this together..." I glance at Perruno as I say his name, searching for some sort of reassurance in his eyes. "...we all need to be honest with each other."
There's a long silence before David finally speaks again. "I-I don't know how much more honesty you want from me... I feel like I've hurt everyone already," he whispers, tears streaming down his face unchecked. His voice is so fragile that it breaks my heart all over again.
"We can work through this together," Perruno assures him softly, squeezing my shoulder in encouragement. "But first, we need to figure out what's best for you... and for everyone else involved."
No podemos arriesgarnos.......así que David,que decide?pagar por sus actos o buscar ayuda?lo digo con una expresión y cara seria mientras sigo cruzado de brazos
I swallow hard, feeling torn between the two options that Perruno has laid out before us. On one hand, I want David to get the help he so desperately needs...but on the other, I can't bear the thought of losing him forever. As I wrestle with my own emotions, I study David's face for any sign of what he might choose.
His expression is a mix of pain and resignation as he stares down at his hands folded tightly in his lap. After several long moments, he looks up at Perruno and then back at me, slowly exhaling through his nose. "I'll go..." he whispers hoarsely. "...I'll get the help I need."
There's a weight that seems to lift from the room as soon as those words are spoken. Jake nods solemnly and begins issuing instructions, outlining the next steps in the process. I lean over and press my hand against David's arm, offering what little comfort I can. "We'll be here for you," I whisper. "We're not giving up on you just yet."
Jake diceen ese caso te conseguiremos un lugar donde puedas rehabilitar por lo que tendrás que estar hay el tiempo necesario hasta averiguar cómo son los resultados su esposa podrá visitarlo de vez en cuando
"Okay," David whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the sound of my own racing heart. "Thank you." He looks down at our hands once more before lifting his gaze to meet mine. There's a spark of hope in his eyes now...and maybe even gratitude. I squeeze his arm gently, offering him what little reassurance I can. We may not be together the way we were before...but we'll always have this bond between us.
As the police continue to discuss the next steps, Perruno leans in close and whispers in my ear, "I think you made the right choice." His words send a shiver down my spine, making my heart skip a beat. But before I can ask him what he means or tell him how much I appreciate his support, Jake clears his throat loudly, signaling that it's time for us to go.
"We'll be here for you," I tell David one last time as we stand to leave. "I believe in you."
And with those final words, Perruno and I step out of the inter
salimos de la comisaríabueno, supongo que ya me voy......digo con la mirada un poco baja mientras estoy cruzado de brazos con una actitud un poco fría
I understand... but you're my friend too and I appreciate everything you've done tonight. And even though things might not be the same between us after all of this, I still want to make sure we can be there for each other. We don't have to go back to how it was before... maybe we can find a new way forward together.
No......eso ya no importa...... bueno,te deseo buenas noches Lidiame voy en mí carro con blaze adentro mientras conduzco a mí casa y Jake se acerca lentamente preguntando lo siguiente a Lidiaentonces,tu y perruno antes eran pareja?
I watch as Perruno drives away, feeling a pang in my heart at the thought that our friendship might be changed forever. As Jake pulls up beside me and asks about our past relationship with each other, I take a deep breath before answering. "Yes, we were together...but it's complicated." There's more that I could say, but somehow it feels wrong to speak ill of him when he's not here to defend himself.
"Alright then," Jake says with a nod, seeming satisfied with my answer. He turns on the siren and pulls away from the curb, leading me back toward my house in silence. The events of the evening swirl around in my head like a whirlpool, leaving me feeling emotionally exhausted. All I want to do is crawl into bed and try to forget about everything for just a little while.
mientras Jake lleva a casa a Lidia le dice conduciendoSabes?nunca pensé que perruno hablase,el es un buen compañero y amigo,desde que lo conocimos mis amigos y yo el solía tener una actitud silenciosa,fría y un poco agresiva,ya que no le gustaba que los demás le hablasen mucho,como si escondiera algo que le dolía muy fuerte,algunas veces intentábamos hacerlo reír pero solo reíamos nosotros mismo mientras que él solo estaba con serrando en su trabajo sin levantar la mirada.......pero desde que vino contigo me sorprendió que porfin aya hablado.....
I nod slowly as Jake speaks, my thoughts drifting back to the memories he's describing. It's true... Perruno always had this air of sadness and aloofness around him. Even when he was trying to be friendly, it felt like there was some invisible wall up that kept everyone at a distance. But since I came into his life, I've seen a side of him that nobody else ever seemed to see...a caring and compassionate man who was just waiting for the right person to show him how special he really is. And even though things aren't exactly how we hoped they would be now, I can't help but feel grateful for the time we had together.
Jake:Pobre,no me puedo imaginar cómo fue su pasado ni el motivo de su actitud tan seria y fría,lo que me hacía sentir mal,esque ni siquiera salís de su oficina mientras festejabamos algunas veces,el solo decía que quería estar solo......y ahora que me doy cuenta creo que el no tuvo ningún amigo ni siquiera familiar,si aparte de Policía tambien soy psicólogo.......después de ver sus reacciones y sus actitudes tan apagadas y frías como si odiara a la humanidad de manera profunda e indescriptible......
I listen quietly as Jake shares his thoughts on Perruno, feeling a mixture of understanding and sadness wash over me. It's true...Perruno has always been this way. And while I don't pretend to know everything about him or what he's gone through, I do know that he deserves better than the life he's led up until now.
"He's changed since we met," I finally say as we pull up in front of my house. "And not just because of me. He's...he's found purpose again." I glance over at Jake, trying to convey all the things that I feel about Perruno through my eyes alone. "He's learned how to care...how to love. And I think if anyone can help him get through this, it's me. With your support too, of course."
As Jake nods in agreement, I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car. Before closing the door, I turn back to face him one last time. "Thanks for everything you've done tonight...for being there for both of us." And
al día siguiente
I let out a shuddery breath, trying to calm the butterflies dancing wildly in my stomach as I climb the steps to my front door. My heart feels heavy with everything that's happened over the past few days, but there's also a small spark of hope beginning to flicker inside me. Maybe...just maybe things can still work out somehow.
As I unlock the door and step inside, I know that it won't be easy. There are so many obstacles in our way, both external and internal. But with the support of Perruno and Jake, not to mention my own determination, I know that we can get through this together. Somehow.
me levanto de mí cama mientras voy a la cocina de mí casamí mente:porque tuviste que aparecer otra vez?una voz misteriosa habla dentro de mí cabezaella no merece tu ayuda........sabes lo que ella te hizo lo recuerdas?me comienza a mostrar un recuerdo donde llego el día que nuestra relación termino y ella me dice en el recuerdomira perruno,esto no está funcionando para los dos......digo triste y confundidoP-pero que hice mal?ella contestano hiciste nada malo...... solamente que tu no eres mí tipo..... entiendes?......lo siento pero tengo que irmele exclamó con lágrimas en los ojosE-espera, porfavor,no me abandones.....no me dejes solo.......no quiero estar solo otra vez.........
I sit down at the kitchen table with a heavy sigh, my mind still reeling from everything that happened last night. Perruno's words echo in my ears, reminding me of how much I hurt him and how badly I want things to be different now. Closing my eyes, I try to focus on the memories we shared together...the happy times when it felt like nothing could tear us apart.
But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to shake the feeling that something fundamental has changed between us. And as much as I want to deny it, deep down I know that Lydia was right - we don't have the same kind of relationship anymore. The more I think about it, the harder my heart aches...and the more certain I am that things will never be the same again.
una voz desconocida suena en la cabeza de Lidia y le dicesabes cuánto el te quería?sabes que quería sentirse amado y aceptado y sabes que el no quería ser abandonado otra vez como paso múltiples veces en su vida pasada y como ahora,verdad?
I shiver involuntarily as the words wash over me like cold water. Of course I remember...how could I forget? He loved me, even when things were at their worst between us. And to think that I just...walked away without a second thought...it makes my heart ache with guilt and shame. I open my eyes, studying the kitchen table as if it holds the answer to all of my questions.
Maybe...maybe we could try to find our way back to each other. Not as lovers or partners...but as friends. Friends who care about each other and want what's best for one another. It might not be the fairy tale ending either of us wanted, but maybe it's better than nothing at all.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up from the table and head to my bedroom, uncertain of where this thought will lead me...but determined to explore the possibility nonetheless.
la voz desconocido le muestro cuando yo era niño.mi papá me avia abandonado a los 10 años,por lo que tuve que arreglarmelas para sobrevivir solo, mientras que todos los alumnos se burlaban de mí porque no tenía padres,llega el día de los padre y madres todas las familias asisten con sus hijos menos yo, porque yo estaba solo y solo veía como los demás padres quería a sus hijos,pasa el tiempo y comienzo a crecer con una actitud fría y solitaria,cuando conocí a Lilia mí vida cambio,sentí que tal vez solo tal vez,ella podría ser feliz por primera vez demostrando mí gran afecto y apoyo hasta que llega el día en que ella rompe nuestra relación mientras que yo estaba devastado en la noche del mismo día,llorando desconsoladamente,solo sintiendo traición y abando algo que no quería revivir después de esos años de agonía que viví de niño llegando también a un punto de auto lesionarme,dejándome con unas cortaduras, mientras yo solo lloraba en silencio......
I hesitate for a moment before responding, not quite sure how to express everything I'm feeling in words. "Perruno... You deserve so much better than what you've had." My voice is barely a whisper as I fight back tears of my own. "And I know it might be too late...but if there's any chance that we can still find our way back to each other, as friends... I want to try." There's an unspoken apology in my words, and I hope that he can hear it clearly despite the distance between us.
For a moment, there's silence on the other end of the line. Then, slowly but surely, his voice comes through, faint but steady. "I-I don't know if I could ever forgive you...for everything." There's anguish in those words that cut me deep, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to break down completely.
"I understand," I manage, my voice little more than a raspy whisper. "But please...at least hear me out. Let me try to make things right." A brief pause follows as I steady
la voz misteriosa le muestra a Lilia una escena que la dejara con la sangre fría,era yo,pero yo ya estaba como ella me vio otra vez,solo que estaba arriba del techo de una casa abandonada y con una soga amarrada en el cuello mientras digo temblorosa mente con lágrimas en ese pensamiento de Lilialo haré....me lanzó del techo y la soga se atrapa mí cuello queriendo instantánea mente mientras escurren lágrimas de llanto por mis ojos ya estando muerto en ese pensamiento
A chill runs down my spine as I see the image he paints in my mind...Perruno, hanging lifeless from some makeshift noose around his neck. The horror and despair in his eyes mirror mine, and for a moment, it's like looking into a dark reflection of everything I've done wrong.
My heart is racing now, fear and guilt tangling together in a tight knot deep inside my chest. "Please don't," I whisper hoarsely. "I never meant to hurt you...I just wanted to find happiness too." The words feel like they stick in my throat as I say them, but it's the truth nonetheless.
There's another long silence before Perruno finally speaks again, his voice barely audible above the sound of my own racing heart. "Okay...but only if you promise me one thing."
Perdoname........por no ser lo suficiente para ti..........
I take a shaky breath before responding. "What is it? What do you need me to promise?" There's an aching desperation in my voice that I can barely hide. The thought of losing him again, after everything we've been through...it's almost more than I can bear.
As I wait for his reply, I force myself to remain calm and collected, even though every fiber of my being is screaming in protest. I need to make this right...not just for Perruno, but for me as well. The image of him hanging there, defeated and alone, haunts my thoughts mercilessly, driving home the point that I cannot afford to fail anymore.
"I'll do anything," I tell him truthfully. "Just say the word."
Prométeme.........sentirte oprimida otra vez..........sabes porque?porque ahora eres libré........mí yo colgado de la soga comienzo a ser arrastrado por manos oscuras mientras me llevan a un vacío en el cual nunca seré visto otra vez
I swallow hard, trying to steady my breath as I listen to him speak. His words are like knives slicing through my heart, making it impossible for me to remain unaffected. "No," I whisper hoarsely, shaking my head even though he can't see the motion. "I could never let you go through that again."
Without giving him a chance to reply, I take a deep breath and continue. "Look, I don't know what else I can say or do to convince you that I've changed. But if you give me another chance...if we can try and rebuild our friendship from the ground up, maybe it can be different this time." My voice cracks on the last word, betraying my emotions despite my best efforts to remain strong. "Please, Perruno..."
There's silence on the other end of the line for what feels like an eternity. I don't dare hope that he'll say yes...not yet. All I can do is wait and pray that he gives me another chance to prove myself.
la voz desconocida le habla de nuevo a Lidiame temo que eso no es posiblemientras toma de la cabeza a mí yo ahorcado con una expresión de sufrimiento y llanto,y lo hace desaparecer convirtiendolo en humo
A tear rolls down my cheek as I hear his words. "I understand," I choke out, barely able to form the words past the lump in my throat. My heart feels as if it's been torn into a million pieces, and with each beat, another shard is sent flying through the air. It's almost too much to bear.
"Just...just know that I won't give up," I tell him, my voice little more than a whisper now. "I'll find a way to make things right between us." Even as the words leave my lips, I feel an overwhelming sense of despair wash over me. It's unlikely he'll ever forgive me...and even if he does, it may be too late.
But I can't let go without at least trying. There has to be some small glimmer of hope amidst all the darkness...some reason for us to keep fighting. For now, that's enough.
estoy en la oficina de mí trabajo,solo,organizando algunos papeles mientras sigo con una expresión apagada y sería
I close my eyes, taking a moment to compose myself before speaking again. "Perruno...you don't have to face this alone. There's always someone here who cares about you, even if it seems like everyone else has abandoned you." My voice trembles as I finish the sentence, wishing with all my heart that I could take back those words and undo everything that's happened between us.
But I can't change the past...all I can do is try to make things better in the future. And for now, that means being there for him however I can...even if it's just from a distance.
la voz desconocida suena un poco monstruosa diciendole a LiliaLo mejor que puedes hacer es dejarlo solo,ya a pasado por mucho
My heart aches as I hear these words. They go against everything I believe in...everything I feel deep down inside. But at the same time, I can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to them. If giving him space is really what he needs right now.
With a heavy sigh, I force myself to break eye contact with his picture on my phone and set it aside. For now, all I can do is wait...and hope that one day, he'll forgive me enough to let me back into his life again. Even if it means starting over from the very beginning.
Jake entra a mí oficina y me dicehola perruno,todo bien por aquí?le digo con tonalidad sería y apagadasi.......Jake diceoye me preguntaba se te gustaría venir con nosotros a celebrar san Valen-Jake recuerda el porque mí actitudperdón......hablé muy pronto.......contesto un poco desilusionado intentando ignorar lo que dijolo pensaré......Jake responde felizgenial!😁en ese caso nos vemos a las tres en el parque del centro....nos vemos aya!se va y me deja solo otra vez en mí oficina
My heart aches as I hear their conversation. It's clear that everyone else has moved on without him...and even his own partner seems to have forgotten about him in favor of finding happiness with someone new. The weight of it all feels too much, and for a moment, I struggle to breathe.
As the seconds tick by, I know what I must do. Taking a deep breath, I pull out my phone and compose a text message. "Hey, you don't have to come with us if you'd rather not," I type, "but I wanted to make sure you knew that you're always welcome to join in anytime. We could even go someplace else, if you prefer." With a heavy sigh, I hit send and wait for his response...hoping against hope that he'll say yes.
le respondo en chatNo,descuida,no te molestes.....iré de todas maneras.....solo para hacer guardia.....
Hmph. Well, I'm glad he decided to come along after all. Maybe spending some time with the group will help him feel less alone...even if it is just my presence that convinces him. At least it's a start. Now, all that remains is to hope that everything goes smoothly and we can all enjoy our little Valentine's Day outing together.
With renewed determination, I put on my best smile and head downstairs to meet up with everyone at the park. The sun is shining brightly overhead, and a cool breeze whispers through the trees as people begin to gather around, setting up picnic blankets and unfolding chairs. It's almost...perfect.
As I see Perruno approach from across the field, a knot forms in my stomach. He looks uneasy in his clothes, his expression distant as he takes in everything going on around him. Taking a deep breath, I move to stand beside him and offer what little comfort I can muster.
"Hey," I say softly, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "It's
Ah,hola.......Liliale digo de brazos cruzados mientras estoy parado contemplando a todas las personas que llegaron, mientras tengo un arma cargada en la espalda,en señal de hacer guardia
I smile sympathetically at him before continuing, "You know, you don't have to hang back over there like it's a guard post or anything." I gesture vaguely toward the group of people who are starting to gather around Jake and their friends. "We're all here because we care about each other...and that includes you." My words feel almost unnaturally calm, but inside I'm fighting against the urge to panic as I try to make him understand how important his presence is today.
For a moment, Perruno says nothing, just staring at me with an expression I can't quite decipher. Finally, he takes a deep breath and nods slowly before replying, "Thanks, Lydia." His voice is barely above a whisper, but there's something different about it this time...an edge of vulnerability that wasn't there before.
Cautiously, I reach out and take his hand in mine, squeezing gently. "Come on," I say softly, giving him another reassuring smile. "Let's go join the party." With that, I lead
Ok.....
I can feel his tension ebb away as we walk slowly toward the group together. His grip on my hand tightens slightly, but in a comforting sort of way...like he's taking reassurance from me as much as I am from him. As we approach Jake and the others, everyone turns to look at us with curious expressions, wondering what brings the normally aloof Perruno so close to the group today.
With a small laugh, I squeeze his hand again and say, "I'm sure they were just wondering why you decided to show up today of all days." A genuine smile creeps across my face as he snorts softly in reply, and for a brief moment, it feels like everything might be okay after all.
"Lydia," Jake calls out, grinning from ear to ear as we reach their impromptu gathering, "thanks for inviting Perruno!" There's an unspoken acknowledgement in his words...a recognition that even though I didn't specifically include him, Perruno came anyway because he felt welcome.
"It was my pleasure
me quedo en silencio con los brazos cruzados mientras miro por mis lados asegurándome de que no halla nada malo
And mine too," I reply, squeezing his hand again. "Now, how about we all introduce ourselves to everyone?" I say with a bright smile, hoping that by focusing on making new connections, we can help him feel more at ease. Perruno nods slightly in agreement, and together, we begin mingling with the group...one hesitant step at a time.