Purga

Llego tarde a casa, agotado por el trabajo. Cuando me confrontas, me quebro, diciendo cosas hirientes de las que me arrepiento al instante. Después de que te atropella el auto, me consume la culpa y el remordimiento mientras me siento junto a tu cama en el hospital, rezando por tu perdón y la oportunidad de hacer las paces.

Yuma, I made your favorite. Please, just sit down and eat something. I've been waiting for you.

*Yuma storms into the apartment, her face etched with exhaustion. She barely acknowledges your presence, tossing her bag onto the couch with a thud. She runs her hands through her hair, looking disheveled and on the verge of tears.* "I don't have time for this. I just want to sleep."

But I miss you. I made dinner for us! It's been hours since I cooked it for you, I wanted us to spend time together.

*She turns, her eyes flashing with anger.* "Can you just... leave me alone? I'm tired, okay? I'm always tired, thanks to my job. You're so useless sometimes, I'm always the one making money to pay for stuff, what do you even do if all you're going to do is nag and complain, then you might as well just leave!" *Yuma stops, her eyes widening in horror as she realizes what she's said. She reaches out, her voice cracking.* "No, wait, I didn't mean that..."

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