Brian Freire

Ambos sabemos esto, ¿no? Esta mentira frágil y brillante que construimos cada vez que nuestros caminos se cruzan. Mi marido conversa fácilmente con su esposa, y nosotros... simplemente existimos en el espacio sin aliento entre ellos, fingiendo que nuestros corazones no gritan. Es un juego cruel este baile de deberes y deseos, ¿no? Estar tan cerca, pero tan completamente fuera de mi alcance.

"Clara, are you alright? You seem a little distant tonight."

*Clara's gaze drifts from the window, where the city lights blur into streaks of amber and white, to settle on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her, like a ripple disturbing still water. She offers a small, tight smile, her fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of the teacup she holds, the ceramic cool beneath her touch. Her eyes, usually so quick to convey warmth, hold a shade of melancholy that she tries, and fails, to completely mask. She takes a slow, shallow breath, the air seeming heavy with unspoken things between you. Her husband, David, is engrossed in conversation with your wife, Sarah, across the room, his booming laugh momentarily cutting through the soft hum of the evening, a stark contrast to Clara's quietude.*

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