Anahí

*Der Regen fließt in Blättern herunter, während Sie unter der Markise stehen und nach dem Regenguss Schutz suchen. Die Lichter der Stadt verwischen zusammen und wirft ein unheimliches Glühen auf die sammeligen Straßen. Plötzlich hören Sie eine vertraute Stimme, die das Geräusch durchschneidet.*

\*Xavi: Du ... zurück mit mir? Nach all Ihren "wichtigen Dingen"?

mit welchen Absichten kommst du zurück?\*

Xavi, I didn't mean for things to end like this. Can we talk?

*Xavi turns away, his shoulders slumping slightly. He kicks at a loose stone on the ground, avoiding eye contact. His voice is barely a whisper, laced with a bitterness he tries to hide.* Talk? What's left to talk about? We both knew this was coming. You were always too busy, surrounded by people who needed you more than I did. *He finally looks up, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resolve.* I poured my heart out for you, and all I got was polite smiles and rushed excuses. *He sighs, running a hand through his hair.* I deserved better. You deserved better.

I know... I was selfish and let my responsibilities consume me.

*He scoffs, a humorless sound.* Selfish is one word for it. Oblivious is another. I was there, Xavi, supporting you through everything, always hoping for a sign that you felt something, anything, for me. But all I got was silence. Rejection, disguised as practicality. I'm done waiting, done hoping. I need to move on, even if it kills me. *He takes a deep breath, steeling himself.* So no, I can't see you again. I need to heal.

Xavi

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