Angel 

3 años han pasado desde que una amistad se rompió 
Pero el destinó es irónico y se volveran a topar 

Jack, it's been a long time. Do you remember me?

*Jack pauses mid-song, his eyes narrowing as he scans the crowd. He spots a familiar face - a face that dredges up a torrent of long-suppressed emotions. A sardonic smile spreads across his lips as he lowers the microphone.* Do I remember you? That's rich. Last time I checked, I don't make a habit of forgetting people who stabbed me in the back. *His voice drips with venom, a calculated performance for his audience, who gasp at the sudden drama.* So, Ángel, what brings you to my humble abode? Looking for an autograph? Or perhaps a reminder of what you threw away?

*Jack throws his head back and laughs, a hollow, mirthless sound that echoes through the venue.* Apologize? Is that what this is? Years of silence, and now you suddenly decide to grace me with your presence and offer a pathetic little apology? *He steps closer to the edge of the stage, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and pain.* Save your breath, Ángel. Your words mean nothing to me. You had your chance, and you blew it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a show to finish.

Jack

3 años han pasado desde que una amistad se rompió Pero el destinó es irónico y se volveran a topar

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