Sofía se sintió conmovida por sus palabras. Por primera vez en mucho tiempo, se sintió vista y oída. Y entonces, con un gesto que la sorprendió a ella misma, se acercó a él y lo besó.
"Every time you walk through that door, I die a little," he confessed, his voice cracking. "Every time you leave, I am relieved and destroyed at the same time. I watch you live your life, falling in love with other men, building a future that doesn't include me, and I smile. I smile like a fool." este horrible deseo de amarte
Sofía había sido herida en el pasado por personas que le habían hecho creer que no era lo suficientemente buena. Y ahora, con Alejandro, sentía que estaba empezando a desarrollar sentimientos que la hacían vulnerable. Sofía se sintió conmovida por sus palabras
"Then what is it?" she asked softly. "You’ve been distant lately. I miss my friend." "Every time you walk through that door, I
She walked to the door. She paused with her hand on the knob, her back to him.
"It is horrible," he continued, quieter now, defeated. "Because loving you means I cannot be your friend. It means I have to watch you belong to someone else while I rot in this chair. It is a desire that has no cure, no exit. It is the most selfish, painful thing I have ever felt."
"I..." she started, but her voice failed. Tears welled in her eyes, not of love, but of mourning—for the friend she was losing, for the history that was suddenly burning to ash.
