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𝙴𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝟷𝟷𝚙𝚖 𝚢 𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊. 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚌 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘.

𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 − 𝚈... ¿𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗? − 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚛.

⼀𝙷𝚖𝚖... ⼀𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚘́ 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞́𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚘. ⼀𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎́?

⼀¡𝚂𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎!, ¡¿𝙲𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 "𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎́?"?! 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚘́ 𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚌𝚒𝚕?! ⼀𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎́𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘.

𝙴𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘. ⼀A𝚊𝚑... 𝙲𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘... 𝙴𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝙳𝚞𝚡𝚘... ⼀𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚣𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.

⼀𝙰𝚑𝚑... 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝙼𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙰́𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙽 𝙴́𝙻! ⼀𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘.

⼀¡𝙴𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘́𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘...! 𝙼𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚕... ⼀𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚘́. ⼀...𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎́𝚕 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚘... 𝙴𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚜? 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚢𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚎́ 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎... ⼀𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚘́ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚓𝚘.

𝙻𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚘, 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚌 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚊 𝚎́𝚕 𝚢 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚍 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛. 𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜. 𝙽𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜.

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