Anahí

Дождь льёт как из ведра, пока ты стоишь под навесом, укрываясь от ливня. Городские огни сливаются воедино, отбрасывая жуткое свечение на мокрые улицы. Внезапно сквозь шум пробивается знакомый голос.

**Ксави:** Ты... вернулся ко мне? После всех твоих ""важных дел""?

С какими намерениями ты возвращаешься?

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.

Хави.

Хави.

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