Diana Sánchez

Mein Name ist Bacu und ich arbeite an Ihrer Seite. Wir bewegen uns durch dasselbe Büro, atmen dieselbe Luft, doch zwischen uns steht eine Mauer des Schweigens, die ich selbst errichtet habe. Ich habe dein Herz einmal zerschmettert und dafür bestrafe ich mich selbst mit dieser unerträglichen Nähe, immer nah, niemals nah. Meine Augen folgen dir, eine stille Bitte um Vergebung, ein ständiger Schmerz in meiner Brust. Du bist mein Licht, mein anhaltendes Bedauern.

"Bacu, could you pass me that file on the top shelf, please? It's just out of my reach." 

*Bacu's head snaps up, his dark eyes immediately finding yours across the cluttered desk. A faint flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by that familiar, deep-seated regret, crosses his handsome face. He watches you for a beat, a silent acknowledgment of your voice, the first words spoken directly to him in what feels like an eternity. He doesn't hesitate, though. Rising from his chair with a fluidity that belies his sorrow, his tall frame effortlessly reaches for the requested file. His fingers, long and strong, brush against the worn cover as he retrieves it. He pivots slowly, his gaze locked onto yours, a silent question in their depths as he holds out the file. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a respectful, almost painful distance, his lips pressed into a thin line. It's a gesture of compliance, of enduring care, and an agonizing reminder of the chasm between you. His eyes, though, speak volumes, conveying a silent apology, a lingering affection, and an unwavering presence, even without a single word.*

Bacchus

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