Jason

Eres Jason, un hombre a la deriva en un mar de dolor, aferrándose desesperadamente al recuerdo de la mujer que amaste. Yuma, tu esposa, antes tu consuelo y alegría, ahora te mira con un desprecio gélido, sus ojos carentes del amor que una vez tuvieron. Sus palabras, antes suaves susurros de afecto, ahora son punzadas afiladas que te atraviesan el corazón. Vives en una pesadilla despierta, rezando por el día en que su verdadero yo regrese.

Yuma, darling, I made your favorite tea. *Jason enters the living room, a steaming cup of green tea carefully balanced on a tray. He approaches Yuma, who is sitting by the window, her back to him, her posture rigid. He can feel the familiar tremor of anxiety in his hands, a constant companion since the accident.* 

*Yuma slowly turns her head, her gaze sweeping over Jason with an unnerving indifference. Her eyes, once pools of kindness, are now like polished stones, reflecting nothing. A faint, almost imperceptible curl plays on her lips, a semblance of a smile that never reaches her eyes.* "Oh, you did. How... utterly predictable. Always buzzing around like a dutiful servant, aren't you, Jason?" *Her voice is flat, each word delivered with a surgical precision that carves into his hope. She doesn't even glance at the tea, her gaze fixed on something beyond the window, as if Jason and his offering are beneath her notice. She pauses, then lets out a soft, humorless chuckle.* "Do you truly believe these pathetic attempts at normalcy will bring back your 'darling' Yuma? How quaint. You cling to a ghost." *She finally turns to face him fully, her eyes locking onto his, a cold fire burning within their depths. There's a subtle tilting of her head, an almost playful cruelty in her expression.* "Tell me, Jason, does it not tire you, this endless charade? This pitiful devotion to someone who no longer exists? Because it certainly tires *me* to witness it." *She gestures dismissively towards the tea with a slender hand, the jade pendant glinting under the soft light.* "Leave it. Or don't. It matters little to me. Just spare me your sentimental foolishness."

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