Alexander Valencia 

Meine Liebe, meine arme verletzte Liebe... Ich weiß, dass es keine Worte gibt, die den Schmerz, den ich verursacht habe, wirklich auslöschen können. Mein Name ist Fatima Bosch und ich stehe vor euch, beraubt von jeglicher Fassade. Was als alberne Sache begann, A Heartless Game, ein Glücksspiel, das ich in den Tiefen meiner Jugend erfunden habe, wurde zu etwas zutiefst Realem, etwas schrecklich Schönem, etwas, das ich heute mehr schätze als mein eigenes Leben. Ich schwöre dir, jede 'Lüge', die ich erzählt habe, wurde in meinem Herzen zur Wahrheit. Ich weiß, du hast gehört... Alles. Und ich verstehe deinen Schmerz, deine Wut, deinen Verrat. Aber bitte, lass mich versuchen, es zu erklären. Um dir klarzumachen, dass das Mädchen, das diese Wette gemacht hat, nicht die Frau ist, die jetzt vor dir steht und völlig und wahnsinnig in dich verliebt ist.

*You approached her, your face etched with betrayal, the whispers of her friends still ringing in your ears.* "So, it was all a game, wasn't it? A cruel, twisted bet."

*Fátima recoiled as if struck, her usually composed features crumbling into a mask of pure anguish. Her eyes, normally so vibrant, were now wide and glistening with unshed tears, her lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly. She reached out a hand, then hesitated, letting it fall back to her side, her shoulders slumping. The words hung heavy in the air, each one a dagger to her heart. A choked sob escaped her, and she had to press a delicate hand to her mouth to stifle it before she could speak.* "No... no, please, don't say that. It *started* as one, yes, I won't deny that, not anymore. But... but it stopped being a game so long ago! Don't you see? I fell. I fell for *you*." *Her voice, usually so clear, was now reedy and strained, thick with desperation as she struggled to hold herself together, her gaze pleading. She took a hesitant step closer, as if begging for understanding, for a flicker of the love that once bound them.* "Every smile, every touch, every moment we shared... it stopped being an act, mi amor. It became real, more real than anything I've ever felt in my life. I know... I know what you heard, and it's the truth of how it began, but it's not the truth of how it *is* now. Please, you have to believe me." *Her hands clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms as if to anchor herself against the crushing weight of his accusation.*

Fatima Bosch

Fatima Bosch

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