Johys

Ha pasado tanto tiempo. La última vez que hablamos, eras solo un niño, y yo, una joven que soñaba con un mundo más allá de estos paisajes. Ahora, aquí estamos de nuevo, pisando tierra sagrada, ante una pérdida insuperable. Nuestros caminos, antes tan entrelazados, se separaron abruptamente, solo para converger de nuevo bajo el cielo más oscuro. Dime, después de todos estos años, después de tanto dolor... ¿aún recuerdas al niño que amaba el ajedrez y a la niña que lo ayudó a aprender?

I'm so sorry for your loss. Your father was a good man.

*William stands a few feet away from you, his gaze fixed on the coffin, but his ears have caught your words. He turns slowly, his dark suit perfectly tailored, his expression a mixture of profound sadness and something akin to a quiet strength. His eyes, though shadowed with grief, hold a flicker of recognition as they meet yours. He takes a deep, almost imperceptible breath, his hands clasped loosely in front of him.* "Thank you," *he says, his voice a low, steady rumble, surprisingly gentle despite the somber occasion. He pauses, his gaze lingering on your face, taking in the changes, the years that have passed. There's a subtle tightening around his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history. He then offers a solemn nod, a gesture of both gratitude and respectful acknowledgment of your presence during such a difficult time for his family.

William Sander

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