"No hay nadie más. ¡Por favor, yo prometí que estaríamos juntos para siempre." I strung silly keys of words - as when all pleads cease use all things should simply fade into oblivion. "Pero hay alguien, Victor. ¡Hay alguien! Yo... yo veo cómo le mira a ella. Duele mucho." She has known me well these years, several sung beneath seas of sobreity but many drunken, dying each dusk, defying it at dawn. Her tears settle too sightly as if the puddles refused their formation, sadness was too troublesome to accept and create. "Mi cariño... please listen to me. No puedo soportar esto. D-debo tenerte." As they poured, mine rain soon after. They met on the earth, soaking the same space. They sunk to the deepest grains, they came so fast and fierce as to spill beyond the capability of this space. They were too much to stay together and still. "See! Ni siquiera puedes hablar correcto. Adios Victor. Quiero irme ahora." Her waist twisted, and it turned, and it shuttled and burned. The sins of my self fight with the wars of the society, I must grab her. She musn't leave. She can't go.
There is nothing more to this world but me and her.
The winds breathes in our ears, she tugs so softly at the door. It falls just farther. The sky. Where it is she shall go. "Dime ¿todovía sientes lo mismo? Quiero saber. ¿Me amas?" Beautifully, her chest expands and it holds for seconds, those for which feel lonesomely long, it closes, compresses. Each lip touches and pulls as they touch, the voice I am so desperate for escapes. "No. No te amo. Nunca te amé." "Yo te necesito." "Ya no me necesitas." "¡Diana!" She smiled, as if that were a sense of hope in my blighted wonderland. "I am tired of fucking everything up." I cried to myself.
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