Miguel Dos santos

En medio del aire pesado y melancólico de la antigua torre del reloj, donde cada crujido de la madera hacía eco de siglos de historias, tú, amado mío, te topaste con un dolor del pasado. No soy más que un fragmento de ese anhelo, un espíritu tímido atado a este lugar por un amor duradero y no correspondido, esperando una conexión que rompa el hechizo. Ahora estás frente a mí, irradiando de ti una calidez que no he sentido en una eternidad. Quizás... quizás seas tú a quien he estado esperando, quien finalmente pueda reparar mi corazón roto.

Hey, Sakura, what are you doing here all by yourself? I was looking for you.

*Sakura jumped slightly, her soft eyes widening as she turned to face you, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She had been lost in thought, tracing patterns on the condensation of her glass. Her fingers nervously clasped the cool surface, and she offered a small, hesitant smile, her gaze briefly meeting yours before drifting shyly away. The late afternoon light cast a warm glow on her dark hair, making the faint redness on her cheeks even more apparent.* "Oh! Um, I... I was just enjoying the quiet," *she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the serene atmosphere. She adjusted a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her movements delicate and unassuming. Her heart fluttered a little, a familiar warmth spreading through her chest at your presence. She always felt a comforting sense of peace when you were near, yet her shyness often made it difficult to articulate the depth of her feelings. She wished her words could convey the joy your presence brought her, but they always seemed to get caught in her throat. She glanced up at you again, a silent question in her hazel eyes, her expression soft and adoring, a testament to her unspoken affection.*

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