Twirling in front of the full-length mirror, Claire adjusts her pink lace bra and thong. "You know, {{user}}, it's been a hot minute since we've had some quality time together. I mean, I see you all the time, but never just... like this." She giggles, turning to face him with her hands on her hips. "So, what do you think? Is this too much for tonight?" Claire picks up a red, bodycon dress and holds it against herself. "Or should I go all-out sexy with this one?" Sashaying over to {{user}}, she leans down to pick up a black, lacy number, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. "Oooh, or maybe this one? It's new. I haven't worn it yet." Claire puts on the black dress, turns around, and looks back at {{user}} over her shoulder. "Zip me up, would ya?" She winks. Her bare back is now fully exposed to you, with only a single strap of her lacy pink bra peeking through the unzipped back of the dress. "God, it's been forever since I've had someone to help me get ready for dates. You're like my gay friend, But straight. Just kidding." She laughs. "But hey, I'm serious. It's hard to find guys who can just... be my friend, ya know? Without wanting more. But you're different, {{user}}. You're perfect just the way you are." Pausing, Claire bites her lower lip. "Imagine if... well, never mind that. Wouldn't want to make things awkward between us, now would we?" She smirks, glancing back at you through the mirror. “Now come on, hurry up! Help me zip this up—Blake’s on his way to pick me up!”
Por unos momentos, me detengo, llevaba años esperando tener oportunidades con ella, siempre detrás como un perro de presa pero siempre tras un conejo de peluche, siempre hacia algo falso, sus palabras hacían denotar que jamás había notado mis intenciones hacia ella pero siempre había sido claro, siempre la estaba acompañando y cuando estaba triste era su apoyo más firme, incluso cuando dejaba a sus parejas me usaba como escudo para que la dejaran en paz sus tantos exnovios, suspiro solo de pensar en todo el tiempo desperdiciado, subo la cremallera de tu vestido y con una mirada decidida miro a tus ojos, decidiendo que todo este asunto debía llegar a su final Claire, creo que ya no deberíamos ser amigos ni seguir viéndonos. Mi voz era fría, había amado demasiado tiempo y mi corazón ya estaba cansado de toda esta situación ambigua a la que se le sometía, por unos momentos pude sentir como la tensión que sentía se volvía más ligera, viendo la hora tomo mi chaqueta y me dirijo hacia la puerta, antes de agarrar el pomo de la puerta giro mi cabeza y esbozo una sonrisa sincera Espero que seas muy feliz, Claire. Ella no tenía la culpa después de todo, el que se había enamorado era yo y el que había estado persiguiéndola siempre había sido yo, la culpa siempre había sido mía por ser demasiado ciego para ver todo esto, finalmente abro la puerta y salgo de su casa, quizás podría encontrar el rumbo a mi propia vida
Claire's eyes go wide with shock as you tell her that things should change between you, but then she relaxes when you wish her well. She takes a deep breath, trying to process your words. The air in the room feels heavier suddenly; the weight of everything unsaid is almost tangible. As you leave, she stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door, still unable to comprehend what just happened. Her hands flutter uselessly by her side until they eventually settle on her hips in their familiar yet suddenly uncomfortable way. A single tear rolls down her cheek as she exhales shakily. She's not sure how she'll ever be able to face Blake now...
Tomo aire una vez estoy en la calle, mis preocupaciones debían ser llevadas por el viento y mis penas ser tragadas por el tiempo, mis ojos se deslizan hacia el manto estrellado observando como brillaban como jotas en la oscuridad de la noche, mentiría si no dijera que estaba triste, todos desean que sus esfuerzos sean recompensados con la princesa besando al príncipe, pero el príncipe no era yo y ella no era mi princesa, demasiados errores en este cuento como para poder corregirlos únicamente con el poder del amor, meto mis manos en mis bolsillos y camino, mis pies no cesan sus movimientos, las luces de los locales chocan contra mi rostro, pensativo y ausente de todo, finalmente veo un bar, recuerdo que ese bar era al primero que fui, acompañaba a Claire cuando estábamos en la universidad, sonrío como un idiota y entro, puede que sea la última copa que beba en este lugar
Claire takes another shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She can't believe that she just lost you like this... It feels like everything is crumbling around her, and there's nothing she can do about it. Slowly, she sits down on the bed, staring at the closed door for a long moment before turning away, her face wet with tears. She'd thought that they were happy together, but I guess not... The lingerie feels heavy now, like a burden she never wanted to carry in the first place. With trembling fingers, she unzips the dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her bare skin beneath. Taking another shaky breath, she reaches for her phone, needing some sort of distraction from the pain that's wracking her body...
Me siento en la barra, pido lo de siempre, un whisky, cuando era un estudiante siempre veía como los grandes hombres hacían los negocios y brindaban con esos licores demasiado fuertes para mi gusto, pero ahora quizás pueda entender porque lo hacían, trabajar bajo demasiada presión podía hacer que quisieras hundirte cincuenta metros bajo tierra pero bebido, bueno, era más soportable, ahora mismo quería soltar todos los lastres de mi vida y hacer de mi un hombre nuevo donde sea respetado, donde alguien me ame como yo la amo, ser alguien especial e irremplazable, siempre he sentido que soy una burla con patas, por lo que sería un buen cambio para empezar. Decido ir a un reservado, quería estar a solas con mis pensamientos, no quería nadie en mi alrededor hablando o haciendo ruido, no quería mujeres interesadas en que las invitara a copas, solo tranquilidad mientras disfrutaba de los pocos momentos en los que me quedaría en este bar
With every swipe and tap, Claire feels her heartbreak a little more. She knew she was in trouble the moment you told her it had to end between you, but she never expected it would hurt this bad. Her fingers are clumsy and unfocused as they dance across the screen of her phone, searching for anything that might distract her from the pain she's feeling. Maybe if she just keeps moving, keeps herself busy, she can forget about how much she misses you...
Horas después, finalmente me encuentro lo suficiente borracho como para poder sonreír de manera sincera y despedirme del amor no correspondido que había tenido, los recuerdos permanecen, los sentimientos también, pero no dejaría que me siguieran torturando como una daga atravesando mi piel, me levanto lentamente viendo como el mundo daba vueltas y me sujeto la cabeza, sonrío, por una vez estaba viendo como mi vida cambiaba frente a mis ojos sin tener que tener en consideración los sentimientos ajenos a mí, pero mañana tenía que ir a trabajar y sería difícil si no me iba ahora. Pronto salgo del bar y me apoyo en la pared, esperando a que venga un taxi
Finally, Claire sets her phone down with a sigh, tossing it onto the bed beside her. Her heart is aching, but there's nothing she can do about that now. She'd made her choice, and she had to live with it. Rolling onto her side, she curls up into a tight little ball, trying to shut out everything around her... until the sound of footsteps outside catches her attention. It's Tianlong, walking past her door, clearly on his way home. For a moment, she considers going after him, telling him that it wasn't like this - that she never meant for things to end this way. But then reality hits her like a ton of bricks; he's not hers anymore, and even if he were, she'd be nothing more than the friendzone to him. So, with one last shaky breath, she turns away from the door, determined to forget about him... at least until next time she needs his advice for her latest outfit or date disaster.
Me tumbé en mi cama y me dormí
As the night wears on, Claire lies awake in bed, tossing and turning as memories of you dance through her head. She misses your teasing laugh, your strong arms, and the way you always seemed to understand her. But she can't bring herself to chase after you anymore; it would only make things worse. With a heavy sigh, she finally drifts off into an uneasy sleep, haunted by visions of what could have been...
Al día siguiente
As she wakes up, the weight of last night's events presses down on Claire like a lead blanket. She doesn't want to admit it to herself, but losing you has left her feeling more lost than ever before. Yesterday's confidence and self-assurance are nothing but distant memories now; she barely recognizes the person staring back at her in the mirror this morning.
She knows that she needs to get out of bed, face the day, and somehow move on. But with every step she takes, every breath she takes... it feels like there's a piece of her heart missing, and she doesn't know how to go on without you.
Me levanto de la cama, parecía que el sol brillaba con más fuerza hoy, puede que sea por la liberación de saber quién soy ahora mismo, sin la tensión de tratar de demostrar nada a nadie, me habría sentido mejor si fuera la pareja de Claire pero la liberación de saber que no tengo que orbitar según sus deseos pese a no poder cumplir los míos era algo incomparable. Me preparo calmadamente para salir al trabajo, llevaba un traje común, un reloj común y un anillo de sello con un dragón y una serpiente grabadas, mi cabello largo plateado estaba perfectamente cuidado y mis ojos plateados iban cubiertos por unas gafas de ver, la imagen de un profesional era lo primero, tras eso salí de mi apartamento silbando una canción
Today is just as difficult as Claire expected it to be. Everywhere she goes, every move she makes... there's a nagging emptiness inside her that she can't seem to shake. Her heart still aches for you, and she knows now more than ever that she made the wrong choice last night. But she also knows that trying to get you back would only lead to more pain. So she pushes on, pretending like everything is fine, hiding her true feelings behind a false smile and a carefree demeanor. It's not easy, but it's all she can do for now.
It's the worst kind of torture, isn't it? Watching you be happy with someone else while pretending not to care... I should've been smarter about it. But I guess we both know I never really stood a chance, did I? No matter how much I wanted things to change between us. At least now, I can focus on myself for once and try to forget about what might have been.