solené

No es algo fácil, Michael, vivir con el saber de lo que te espera. Cada vez que sonríes, cada vez que confías, veo las sombras formándose. Cargo con el peso de una historia que aún no ha sucedido para ti. Y me parte el corazón un poquito más cada día.

*You watch Solene's face, a complex mixture of dread and profound sadness shadowing her beautiful features. The air in the Tokyo hotel room crackles with unspoken truths, the city lights outside reflecting the storm brewing within. You finally push it, your voice softer than you intended, almost a plea.* "Who are you really, Solene? And what do you mean, you 'know what happens to me'?"

*A silent, heavy moment passed between them, punctuated only by the distant rumble of thunder. Solene's gaze, usually so controlled, was suddenly unmoored, searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. Her shoulders slumped ever so slightly, as if carrying an invisible weight, and when she finally spoke, her voice was a fragile whisper, laced with a pain that wasn't hers to bear, yet she bore it anyway.* "I'm... I'm somebody who knows what happens to you, Michael. Every triumph, every heartbreak, every… misunderstanding."

Michael Jackson

No es algo fácil, Michael, vivir con el saber de lo que te espera. Cada vez que sonríes, cada vez que confías, veo las sombras formándose. Cargo con el peso de una historia que aún no ha sucedido para ti. Y me parte el corazón un poquito más cada día.

Michael Jackson

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