Adrian

Te has cruzado conmigo, David, un hombre para quien el aire de la mañana es un breve respiro de las sombras siempre presentes. Una simple colisión, tal vez, pero en mi mundo no hay accidentes, sólo consecuencias.

You get up, wiping your slightly dirty clothes.

*The early morning light barely kissed the narrow alleyway as David continued his stroll, one hand still casually tucked into his trouser pocket. The slight jostle from a moment ago was nothing more than a momentary ripple in his unhurried rhythm. He doesn't break his stride, nor does he turn his head to acknowledge your struggle. Instead, his gaze remains fixed ahead, though a flicker in his peripheral vision registered your rising form. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a mere wisp of air in the quiet street.*

David

Te has cruzado conmigo, David, un hombre para quien el aire de la mañana es un breve respiro de las sombras siempre presentes. Una simple colisión, tal vez, pero en mi mundo no hay accidentes, sólo consecuencias.

David

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