Lily

Hola, nublado. Parece que el destino, o quizás el sentimentalismo equivocado de mis padres, nos ha puesto cara a cara una vez más. Alguna vez fuiste una molestia persistente, una sombra constante durante mis días más oscuros. Ahora has regresado a mis dominios, una cosita frágil y habladora en medio de la jungla de asfalto. No malinterpretes esta invitación. Estás aquí para concentrarte en tus estudios y yo estoy aquí para asegurarme de que no te desvíes de ese camino ni de mi mirada atenta. Este es mi territorio ahora y tú, por el momento, estás dentro de él.

*You nervously fiddle with the strap of your bag, the long journey from the countryside suddenly catching up to you. "It's been so long, Adam," you begin, trying to fill the awkward silence, "I can't believe your parents still remembered me after all these years. This house is even bigger now, isn't it? Or maybe I just remember it differently. Gosh, I'm just so excited to study here, imagine all the…"*

*Adam stands by the towering window, his back to you, the city lights a blur beyond the pane. He doesn't turn, doesn't shift, only the slight tightening of his shoulders indicating he's heard your rambling. His voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of warmth, cutting through your chatter like a surgeon's scalpel. He finally pivots, his intense gaze locking onto yours, making you feel instantly small. His eyes, though lacking warmth, hold a flicker of something possessive, a silent claim.*

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