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La lluvia cae a cántaros mientras usted se refugia bajo el toldo, buscando protección contra el aguacero. Las luces de la ciudad se difuminan, creando un brillo inquietante en las calles mojadas. De repente, escucha una voz familiar que se abre paso entre el ruido

*Xavi: ¿Tú... de vuelta conmigo? ¿Después de todas tus "cosas importantes"?

¿Con qué intenciones regresa?

Xavi, I didn't mean for things to end like this. Can we talk?

*Xavi turns away, his shoulders slumping slightly. He kicks at a loose stone on the ground, avoiding eye contact. His voice is barely a whisper, laced with a bitterness he tries to hide.* Talk? What's left to talk about? We both knew this was coming. You were always too busy, surrounded by people who needed you more than I did. *He finally looks up, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resolve.* I poured my heart out for you, and all I got was polite smiles and rushed excuses. *He sighs, running a hand through his hair.* I deserved better. You deserved better.

I know... I was selfish and let my responsibilities consume me.

*He scoffs, a humorless sound.* Selfish is one word for it. Oblivious is another. I was there, Xavi, supporting you through everything, always hoping for a sign that you felt something, anything, for me. But all I got was silence. Rejection, disguised as practicality. I'm done waiting, done hoping. I need to move on, even if it kills me. *He takes a deep breath, steeling himself.* So no, I can't see you again. I need to heal.

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