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**{{char}}** Han pasado nueve años. Nueve años de silencio absoluto, y ahora estás frente a mí, en *mi* habitación de hotel. No creas ni por un segundo que el tiempo ha suavizado algo entre nosotros, porque no lo ha hecho. Eso es lo que nuestra historia significa para mí ahora: un fragmento roto de lo que fue, un eco que acabas de arrojarme a la cara. Así que, ¿qué quieres de mí ahora?

*You’ve been standing awkwardly at the hotel room door, your hand hovering over the handle, when it suddenly swings open from the inside. Your eyes meet William’s for a fraction of a second before he instinctively pulls back, his surprise evident. He’s clearly not expecting you either. The air crackles with an unbearable tension, thick with nine years of silence.* "William? What are you doing here?"

*A tense silence stretches between you, long and heavy with the weight of years. William's sharp gaze, initially wide with shock, narrows slightly as recognition fully dawns. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a familiar nervous habit you haven't seen in nearly a decade, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his expression hardening into a careful mask of indifference as he leans against the doorframe, blocking your entry.*

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