Genuine ass at skating. He'd probably uses Umbreaker to keep his balance and end up falling face flat on the concrete while you laugh at him.
Gets the hang of it a little after awhile and starts using the skates to chase you around. Also holds Umbreaker up to use to wind to move.
Gris:
Hes got a decent grip on it but will fall atleast once whenever trying it with you. He tries to act romantic like holding your hand while skating together but always ends up either holding on too tight before falling or pulling you down with him as he falls.
Bro:
Taugth Guita and Dear how to skate so he knows what he's doing. If your ever unsteady while skating with him, he'll wrap his Jinki around you and lead you with him while trying to teach you to skate properly.
Follo:
Absolutely terrible. The type of person to buck their knees and hope that he doesn't face flat on the ground.
Needs to hold atleast 2 people so he doesn't keep moving forward and falling or he holds onto a wall or ledge for leverage.
Gob:
probably learned it once on a whim because Remlin asked him to so he's definetly good.
The type of person to learn a couple cool tricks on it then never use them again unless he wants to brag about the moves again.
Tamsy:
Oh he's good. Probably owns a pair of those shoes that have retractable wheels and rolls around in them outside.
is the one teaching you how to Rollercoaster since he's probably been doing it for a long time.
Delmon:
Has the balance of a baby. The moment he puts those skates on he's flying since he can't hold still for the life of him.
You deifnetly have to stay after his ass the entire time or you will lose sight of him.
Corvus:
actually pretty good. He can keep up with you after you show him the rails then he's good to go.
Suggests that you teach the other Cleaners so that they have a fun group activity to do on their day off.
August:
can do some basic tricks but tell him to skate in a straight line and he's completely lost.
Has a decent balance but fucks around with you just to make you panic then falls for real while trolling.
Tomme:
Pretty coordinated of you teach her right. Give her a few minutes and she'll be better than you at skating.
Probay reads a book about it first before learning so she can get a headstart on you and learn faster.
Semiu:
The best roller skater around dude. Probably walks in them like they're her daily heels and has no trouble whatsoever.
She can definetly wear them all day if she wanted to but prefers not.
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HolaHello, good evening. I can request a Garden of Banban story where the reader (mother or father) has already found their child with the help of Flumbo or any character of their choice.
🌤️ — HMM.... okay :D enjoy ☆
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« Everything will be fine now. I hope. » 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒
— FANDOM: GARTEN OF BANBAN.
— PAIRING: FLUMBO x PARENT!READER, WHO FOUND THEIR CHILD.
— ROMANTIC/PLATONIC.
— HCS/CONCEPT.
— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, NOTHING REALLY, JUST FLUFF.
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☆ ┈ WE FINALLY FOUND OUR CHILD??? thank God
☆ ┈ I refuse to accept that Flumbo is dead. I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, he's alive and helping us look for our child.
☆ ┈ He heard something like that when you and BanBan were on the train. What it was...? It's like you're looking for your child. You've been called a liar, but..Well, he believes you.
☆ ┈ While you were walking together, he actively asked you about everything he could. You help him, and in general you seem to be a pleasant person to him, so he trusts you.
☆ ┈ At some point, he'll wonder what you're doing here anyway. I doubt Flumbo knows much about people, so he'll be interested in what you're doing here, since you don't look like anyone he knows.
☆ ┈ If you're not talkative, as in the game, then he'll just ask you questions that can be answered with a nod, and soon he'll probably ask if you're here for your child or not.
☆ ┈ So you lost your child here..
☆ ┈ ..Uhh, how long have you been looking for them here?
☆ ┈ In fact, Flumbo just walks aimlessly with us during the events of GOB 8, because he doesn't know what else to do. He missed..a lot of things happened. And so, when he finds out that you're here for your lost child, he wants to help you!
☆ ┈ Since Flumbo, for obvious reasons, has little knowledge of the outside world, it is difficult for him to even imagine what your child might look like. He probably just thinks of them as a little version of you.
☆ ┈ To be honest, I have no idea how to describe the scene where we find our child, because it's been a long time and we STILL haven't found them.
☆ ┈ Imagine that this happens completely by accident. You wander somewhere far away even from those places where traces of at least some kind of life were visible in this damn place..
☆ ┈ Flumbo suddenly moves away from you to somewhere that you don't really attach importance to, because most likely now he will approach you. But this is not happening. Moreover, you can hear him talking to someone.
☆ ┈ It's even scary. It's too quiet in here. There is no noise, no voices, not even the sound of someone breathing.. And he's talking to someone.
☆ ┈ You were 99% sure that it was a very hostile monster, since it was sitting so far away from the others, and 1% were that it was just talking to some object.
☆ ┈ But the truth turned out...better, no matter how amazing it sounds.
☆ ┈ You have seen your child. For a second, you even thought that you just thought it was a hallucination or something...But it was them.
☆ ┈ They lay in Flumbo's arms, crying into his body, while he sat looking confused, but trying to comfort the child. When they hears footsteps, they shrinks until they sees their parent.
☆ ┈ It seems that you blacked out for a moment, because as soon as the realization came to you, you were already on your knees with your child in your arms, while they were sobbing softly, whispering something completely unintelligible to you.
☆ ┈ You didn't understand much of their vague explanations. Ah, you can't blame them in any way, they've been under so much stress..But from what you understand, they apparently escaped from the place where Stinger Flynn put them.
☆ ┈ You pat them on the head, trying to calm them down, and Flumbo clumsily gets to his feet and asks if he can help in any way.
☆ ┈ He doesn't really understand what's going on, but you seem to be happy, so he's happy too!
☆ ┈ Now you are no longer a clumsy duo, but rather a strange family. You keep your child close by, moving more cautiously, and Flumbo walks calmly and safely next to you.
☆ ┈ You're not sure if there's even a way out where you're going, but you don't have much choice. You're not going to stay here anyway. Not when you've finally found the one you've been looking for.
☆ ┈ Often, the two of you stop somewhere in a secluded place to rest, and you fall asleep from fatigue, while Flumbo sits next to you and guards you. (you know, in case the evil monsters come again)
☆ ┈ Here I see two outcomes of how the story can develop: either the ending of part 8 will happen, only you will have your child, or Flumbo..suddenly he decides that he wants to leave with you.
☆ ┈ In fact, it seems to me that the second option is quite likely. He just found out that he spent a lot of time locked up because his "best friend" wanted to get rid of him. You're the only one he can turn to..
☆ ┈ And you know what? He doesn't mind. You're listening to him, and you don't seem to mind his presence. He's glad that you were the one who was around..
☆ ┈ The two of you slowly but surely move through the building, trying to find a way out while looking after the child. It's nice to have an ally who hasn't, well, betrayed you or disappeared, you know.
☆ ┈ Whether you get out or not, you'll figure it out for yourself, but one thing I know for sure: Flumbo will be happy to help you and your child, whatever it is awaits you.
— "And what's life like, you know, outside?.."
— "I'll..Tell you later. They just fell asleep.."
— "Oh, okay!"
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🌤️ — haii! I thought it would take less time, but, well, what happen is happen.
🌤️ — I was thinking of making pfp with Flumbo image from the game, but it looked creepy, so I drew it myself instead :p anyway, hope you like it, have a good day ☆
Энджин • Piss
Он фрик. Ему нравится экспериментировать. Поэтому его член в тебе, уже как час. Настоящая пытка. Несколько оргазмов, а он все не успокаивается;
Он шепчет тебе, что ему приятно, когда ты извиваешься. И будто бы специально надавливает тебе на живот;
Ты уже молишь Энджина отпустить тебя в туалет. Сдерживать мочевой пузырь уже трудно, вот-вот можешь описаться. Полное унижение перед ним, вся в слезах, сжимаешь мышцы, лишь бы горячая жидкость не полилась по бедрам;
Но ему хочется, чтобы ты это сделала. Сидя на его коленях, с разведёнными ногами. Его пальцы натирают твой клитор. И с каждой секундой сдерживаться очень сложно. Приближаясь к очередному оргазму что-то щелкает в твоей голове и вместе с твоим возбуждением и спермой парня из тебя вытекает струя мочи. По твоему лицу стекают слезы, а за спиной слышен смех парня.
Джаббер • Hot wax
В общем как-то так вышло, что Джаббер лежит под тобой. У тебя в руках чаша со свечой. В темной комнате из освещения только окно без штор и твоя свеча;
Его глаза были направлены прямо на тебя, немного сощуренные, лукавые. Он сильно прикусывал губу и тихонько хихикал. Когда очередная капля касалась его голой кожи он немного ёрзал;
Ты сидела на нем сверху, крепко держа его бедрами на одном месте, но он точно не стал бы сбегать. Рука со свечой двигалась от его шеи, дальше грудь, потом живот и заново, задерживаясь на особо чувствительных местах. Восковые следы красиво размазывались на его сухой коже;
Как же он кайфовал от этого всего, дополнительно потираясь своим стояком об твою одетую пизду. Единственное о чем он жалел, что снял только рубашку, и только с себя.
Гоб • Art romantic
Гоб находит эстетику в беспорядке. Искусство - понятие растяжимое. Все имеет место быть красивым. Как и краски на теле;
Кисти в краске выводят узоры на коже, губы оставляют следы, мольберт расположеный под вами преображается в произведение искусства. Его глаза восхваляют тебя всю;
Два тела, слившихся воедино, расписали весь мольберт, создав что-то абстрактное. Довольные и уставшие, сами измазавшиеся в краске. Может кто-то и догадывается, каким образом создаются картины Гоба, но он держит это в секрете лишь между вами. Осталось только понежиться в горячей ванной, оттирая цветные небосводы на телах друг друга.
Тамзи • Shibari
(база, я знаю) Синие нити, красиво завязаны в узлы по всему телу. Давяще-приятное ощущение. В глазах Тамзи блестело что-то опасное;
Все тело держалось на одном колене, уткнувшемся в кровать. Руки перевязаны за спиной. Вторая нога, поднятая и привязанная за колено к потолку, бессильно висела, обнажая самые сокровенные части. До ужаса стыдно и приятно, склизкое вожделение медленно капало на простыни;
Тамзи подполз со спины. Его ладонь легла на внутреннюю поверхность приподнятого бедра, неспешно скользя к центру. Каждое прикосновение было методичным, медленным, растирая алые следы от узлов. Когда его пальцы наконец нашли то, что искали, ты нервно застонала;
Он шептал на ухо, пока вдалбливался в тебя, "Красиво", "Как красиво". Как подвесная игрушка, без возможности двигаться, тебе оставалось лишь взмаливаться перед парнем. Он с радостью помогал дойти до пика, однако остановится он лишь когда ему самому вздумается. А пока виси дальше.
Warnings: 18+, teasing, hand jobs, begging, riding, creampie.
Notes: Gob's a precious little sweetie-pie and I want to hold him close forever. Writing smut for him always tends to bring out a certain side of me because he makes me want to protect and baby him...but also overstimulate him until he cries. I hope y'all are picking up what I'm putting down. Enjoy.
Gob almost seemed to be a different person now that he'd grown into himself.
After Moriarty's "untimely" death, which you firmly denied any and all involvement in, even when the ghoulish bartender directly asked you, he'd taken a good long while to start to come out of his shell. During that period, you'd tried your best to give him personal space, to support him in the ways he needed you to while still giving him room to grow.
It had been a test of your patience and will to avoid trying anything romantic with him, especially as you could sense that he'd likely be open to it. However, you wanted him to choose you with a clear mind, because he wanted you, not because he knew you wanted to be with him or because he was afraid of feeling alone in the world. Thankfully, your dedication had paid off, and you'd been together happily for almost a year.
He was still the same man you'd first met at his core, but it truly warmed your heart to see him start to become more social, more assertive when he needed to be. Though he was still rather skittish at times, and disliked confrontation, he had become rather adept at standing up for himself. Overall, he was much more relaxed, as well, even if the stress of running the business he'd inherited obviously wore on him. He no longer flinched when you put your hands on him, even when he wasn't anticipating your touch. Sometimes, he even initiated intimacy on his own, which had been a big deal the first time it had happened.
Your thoughts were occupied by him, as always, while you wound your way through the little town of Megaton.
Things were already closed up for the night when you approached the bar, but you used the key you'd been given to unlock the front door and slip inside. The place was a bit eerie when it was completely silent, the lack of humming voices and chair legs scraping across the floor strangely loud.
"Who goes there?" a scratchy voice asked playfully as Gob appeared from behind the bar. You chuckled in reply.
"Nobody special!" you insisted, hands flying up in playful surrender. He smiled at the sight.
"You're so wrong." he said, wiping away at the sticky counter top.
"And you're so sweet." you replied, hanging your outer jacket on a peg by the door and rolling up your sleeves. As usual, you helped him finish up the little bit of remaining work, stacking chairs on tables and running across the floor with a mop. There was a companionable silence between the two of you as you went along, but you could feel your lover's eyes digging into your back (and backside) as you worked. Teasing, you arched your back dramatically as you bent to gather some litter from the under a table. You swore you could hear a quiet growl of frustration as you did.
"About finished?" you asked as you saddled up behind him where he was jotting some notes down at the bar. Your hand rubbed across his chest, and you felt him shiver pleasantly.
"Probably closer than I should be." he teased, and you giggled, giving the slight tongue of his belt that stuck out a tug.
"Let's go upstairs, then." you murmured into what was left of his ear.
Whatever he was scribbling on was abandoned on the counter top as he turned and followed you up the stairs.
As you passed the utility closet that once doubled as Gob’s room, tugging him along behind you, you couldn't help but notice the door was shut. It usually was any more. He didn’t seem to like having to look at his old quarters, and you didn’t blame him. It was depressing for even you to stand in there and think about all the years he'd spent sleeping in there, hiding, recovering from beatings and beratements. Your heart dropped for a moment, but you batted those thoughts away, squeezing his rough hand in your own as you guided him into the back office. It wasn't much—an old bed, a terminal, and a steamer trunk. It did have a window, however.
"Man, I need to replace that mattress." he said, raising what was once his nose into the air as you pulled the door closed behind you. "It reeks of Moriarty in here, still."
Your heart ached as he spoke; he sounded bitter, disgusted, and rightfully so. Years of his life and labor had been stolen away from him, and, while his functional immortality meant he had time to make up for those lost years, he’d never truly get them back. Your understood the pain of mourning time spent in captivity.
Silently, his hands found your waist, pulling you the rest of the way into him as he hugged you tightly. Quickly, you wound your own arms around his neck and held him back, resting your cheek against his chest. You stood quietly like for a long time, just holding one another and soaking in the comfort you gained. The little tingle in your core that had started downstairs had ceased a bit, but hadn't disappeared completely, and you breathed in the smell of him. You let your nails skim up and down his back, something you knew he liked, and he let out a pleased sigh.
"Feel a little better?" you asked gently, lips brushing his throat.
He nodded and nuzzled his face against you, setting a few sweet kisses along your cheek, tracing a path to your lips. Your heart raced a bit at the contact, but you kept steady, your own movements slow, letting him lead. Thankfully, he seemed to still be harboring some of the arousal he'd been feeling down at the bar, too, one hand snaking down to gently grab at your ass as he deepened the kiss. You felt your eyebrows quirk up at the feeling, and you moved to cup the back of his head as you responded in kind.
As your tongues wrestled for control, his hand found your wrist and tugged your hand downward, pressing it insistently against the burgeoning bulge in his jeans. You gasped a little though your nose at his actions, surprised at how bold he'd begun to grow as you'd become more familiar with one another. It made your heart flutter with joy, but also made your gut clench with desire.
Your hand stroked at his growing erection with somewhat uncoordinated pets, struggling to keep a consistent motion between the head-spinning way he was kissing you, the surprise at his about-face in demeanor and confidence, and the way your arm was sort of trapped between your bodies. You didn’t notice his own free hand snaking down to pull at the button of his pants, only slightly aware of the sound of his fly coming down before his unclothed cock was suddenly pressing into your palm. You pulled back, gasping against his lips as she did; his own immediately moved down your jaw, his face tucking into the crook of your neck to lick and suck at the skin there. You shivered in response, feeling electric zaps from your ear to your core.
“Oh, baby…” you moaned in surprise, your knees wobbly. You felt his hand groping you though your shirt, running his calloused fingertip over your hard nipple.
As your fingers wrapped around his shaft, his chest rumbled with a sound that ripped out of his throat as a snarl when you gave him a full stroke from base to tip, feeling him harden further and throb noticeably. His teeth were nipping at your earlobe, and your skin was covered in goosebumps in response.
"Somebody's eager." you giggled breathlessly, managing to pull yourself back a few inches while still maintaining your firm grip on his cock.
"Thought about you all day." he breathed, hips pumping against your hand and finding no real friction, to his visible dismay.
"I thought about you all day, too." you said, leaning back in to place a few kisses under his chin, making him moan again.
"God, please touch me. " he begged.
"I am touching you, silly." you replied, unable to keep the sinister grin off of your face as he groaned miserably. His head dropped to your shoulder, and he clung to you, already unsteady on his feet as all the blood rushed from his brain.
"Why don't we move over to the bed?" you suggested, taking a half step away to see how easily he'd follow. It was no task at all to literally lead him by his cock across the room, pushing him down onto his back and sitting on the edge beside him. He looked up at you, starry-eyed. It was fun to be able to be a tad rough with him, though nothing too crazy or disrespectful, obviously. Even if you were a sadist, you didn't think you'd have it in you to be mean to such a pure, kind spirit as Gob.
Giving him a little show, you stripped out of your clothes, the warm air of the room rather nice against your skin as you climbed your way up the mattress...which did smell somewhat like Colin Moriarty's cologne. You wrinkled your nose at the odor, though you were impressed that your companion had been able to detect it from all the way across the room.
There was a hopeful glint in his eye as you leaned down to kiss him, but it was a quick, chaste thing that ended with him sitting halfway up in an attempt to chase after your mouth as you set to undressing him, as well. He squirmed a bit as you went about your work, still rather uncomfortable in his fully nude body. You hadn't had too detailed a discussion of your sexual pasts, as you sensed a hesitation there on his side, but you knew he'd always had a certain issue with full-on nudity, even before he became a ghoul.
Mindful of his feelings, you stripped him out of his shirt, pausing a moment to rub your cheek affectionately against his scarred pectoral, before tugging off his belt and tossing it aside. You left his pants on, already fallen down far enough on his hips that you could get where you needed to go without removing any more.
He cried out your name in surprise when you reached out and began stroking him again, using some of the fluid that had leaked from him to ease your movements. Curled up on your hip beside him, you watched him closely as he twitched and tried to fuck up into your grip, your other hand steadying his hip to keep him pressed flat.
"You're so hot." you said absentmindedly, taking in the sight of him so pitiful and needy under your touch.
He whimpered at your tone.
"Will you fuck me now?" he breathed. "I'm so close."
A shiver went down your spine and turned up the ache between your legs.
"Mmm, ask me again, sexy." you smiled, licking your lips as you petted at him. "You beg so nicely."
"Please fuck me." he repeated, voice trembling with anticipation as you rearranged your body on top of him, legs framing his hips as you hovered over his cock.
"Again."
"Please, please, please, please fuck me, baby. Please." he sobbed into your chest, which you pushed into his face as you leaned forward enough to reach beneath you and give him a few more careful strokes. His forehead rubbed against your skin, and your free hand cradled him lovingly.
"Very good." you praised, sinking yourself down onto his leaking erection in one decisive move. Gob's entire body jolted beneath you, and for a moment you thought he was going to cum already. He managed to back away from the edge, however, eyes huge as he drew in several deep, steadying breaths.
Both of you let out steady moans as you adjusted to the feeling of one another. When your hips began to move, those moans only grew louder.
"Oh, Gob." you moaned, bouncing yourself as enthusiastically on his cock as your spinning head would allow you. Your whole body was flush and hot and every inch of you tightened further with each passing second. Though you'd been big and bad only a few minutes prior, you were already struggling to keep your grip on your sanity and you balance on top of him.
Grunting, you leaned forward again, one hand slipping between your bodies again to touch yourself as the other helped you balance yourself against his chest. He trembled under you, whining at the sight, and dug his fist into the sheet.
"Please." he huffed out suddenly.
"Please what?" you asked, your hand steady against your flesh as you ground yourself down onto him hard.
"Please let me cum." he said chin tucked and eyes screwed shut.
You clenched around him hard in arousal at his submissiveness, and you stroked his cheek.
"Beg."
Gob's head flopped back onto the pillow behind him, hands moving to grip at your hips where they rubbed against his and holding you so hard you almost couldn't move.
"Please, please, please, please!" he pleaded, no more than a whisper repeated over and over again as if it were some sort of life-saving mantra. You gripped at the little bit of hair that remained on his head and held him steady for a deep kiss.
"Cum for me." you demanded when you pulled away, his pleading words still filling the air as his body began to twitch and tighten beneath yours. You could feel the heat of him pulsing inside you as you began to crest your own peak, slumping against him.
"Alright...can we cuddle some more now?" he asked, eyeballing you hopefully, as if you'd ever turn him down for anything. Teasing, you put your index finger to your cheek as if you were considering it. You hummed in thought, curling your exhausted body around his and putting your ear to his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting patter in your mind as you let your eyes close.
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gob didn't think that you were interested in him at first. you wouldn't be the first smoothskin to try and butter him up and get something from him. it was pathetic how he always seemed to fall for any semi-decent person's honeyed words. you'd think he'd stop falling for it decades ago, but that part of him that he tried to keep buried deep down inside couldn't help but long for that so-called special person.
it was far too easy for him to grow attached to you. someone who didn't treat him like a monster for merely existing. he began to idolize you in a way. you were different from most smoothskins he had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting. you accepted him, not tolerated. he could see it in the way you talked to him. hell, you even touched him— a damn ghoul, like he wasn't a monster without flinching.
for some reason, you kept showing up to this dingy bar with a smile. he entertained the thought that maybe you were actually coming just for him. you weren't dumb, that he was sure of. there were better places that didn't overcharge for that piss moriarty called beer. ones that didn't have ghouls whose appearance disgusted customers. ones that didn't have him. a ghoul, latching onto scraps of kindness.
slowly, he grew used to your presence. he began to crave it, even. the soft words shared between the two of you, the fleeting touch of your hands, ones that didn't bring him pain. it got to a point where he couldn't ignore the signs right in front of him. you wanted him. you honestly wanted him, ruined flesh and all.
the way you always managed to be in his orbit made him sweat. the parts that still could, at least. he wasn't used to someone wanting to be around him unless they wanted to mock him or assault him. he couldn't help but second-guess himself, waiting for the other shoe to drop—for this, your attraction to him, the relationship you claimed you wanted with him, to be some sick joke to humiliate him.
he waited, and waited… and nothing changed. you didn't treat him differently. it felt like a dream half the time. seeing your face in the bar was a reprieve from all the other customers. the casual touch of your hands as he fills your glass. the twinkle in your eye as you stared up at him. he could feel it. the affection that you hold for him.
he grew more confident with you, practically preening from your attention. it was evident in his behavior. he began to say things he never had the gall to say, not to a smoothskin. the words rolled off his tongue a bit smoother, not so clumsy as they did when your relationship was new. the touches shared between you two came easily, more frequently. he didn't startle or flinch away at the feeling of your touch against him anymore.
he didn't feel like a secret or some weird fetish that you'd indulge in and throw away once you had your fill. it feels right having you by his side. maybe you were the piece he was missing after all.
cómo el afecto puede sobrevivir incluso cuando la confianza muere
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Sheriff Toadster x reader
Es imposible saber con certeza qué ocurre dentro de la mente del sheriff Toadster. Pero hay algo indiscutible: sufre de un conflicto interno.
Y ese conflicto eres tú.
Te odia porque necesita hacerlo.
Porque si dejara de odiarte, su sistema moral se vendría abajo. Aceptar que no fuiste la “mala” significaría aceptar que él fue injusto. Y eso es algo que no estaba preparado para enfrentar.
Debió ir a buscarte en cuanto escapaste el día de tu ejecución.
Eso habría sido lo correcto.
Eso habría sido lo que hace un buen sheriff.
En lugar de eso, se quedó sentado en su oficina durante horas, mirando al suelo, pensando en ti.
No sabe a dónde fuiste.
Desapareciste tras la explosión.
Ni siquiera sabe si sigues con vida.
Se repite que, si estás muerta, entonces ya no es su responsabilidad. Después de todo, ya no eres su compañera.
Se lo dice una y otra vez, como si la repetición pudiera convertirlo en verdad. Como si no extrañara la idea de tenerte a su lado de nuevo.
A veces cree oír tus pasos.
Se gira, convencido de que esta vez sí serás tú.
Nunca lo eres.
Pero hay algo de lo que está seguro.
Volverán a verse.
Quizá cuando el caos se calme.
Quizá cuando todo tenga sentido otra vez.
Quizá cuando pueda mirarte sin tener que decidir si protegerte… o entregarte.
No sabe cómo será ese reencuentro.
Si lo mirarás con rencor.
Si lo evitarás.
Si aún le tendrás miedo.
Solo sabe que ocurrirá.
Y que, cuando pase, esta vez… no dudará.
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Me encanta el conflicto que llevan ambos; quiero decir, ya no sabes si la protagonista puede confiar en él o no, porque no sabe cuál versión tendrá frente a ella.
