Capítulo 14: Promesas sin cumplir

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Había mentido diciendo que estaba en casa de lucia, realmente se había ido a ver a Xavi, por cierto, tenía una casa muy bonita.

-Gavi, desde que has venido de la casa de tu amiga estás todo raro, ¿Paso algo?- pregunto Ansu, había llegado todo pensativo y raro, como si quisiera decir algo o llorar.

-Estoy bien, solo estoy preocupado por los exámenes, es una época muy fuerte y no quiero salir mal - dijo Gavi tratando de sonreír, pero solo logro formar una mueca.

-Bueno si tu lo dices, ¿Si te llevaré a casa de tu amorcito?-pregunto burlonamente, pero al instante se arrepintió la cara de Gavi se puso sería.

-Si, estoy emocionado - Ansu se dio cuenta de que algo iba mal, Gavi estaba fingiendo.

-Estas fingiendo, te conozco Gavi -dijo seriamente.

-Estoy bien Ansu, son ideas tuyas, ya vamos Mejor.

-Ire por mi polera y nos vamos - Gavi trato de sonreír, pero solo salió una mueca, ¿Qué le pasaba?,acaso no quería ver a Pedri.

-Ya estoy, vamos - dijo Ansu.

-Vamos- soltó un suspiro y salió de la casa

-¿Realmente quieres ver a Pedri?- pregunta el mayor algo confundido por su actitud tan repentina.

-Claro que sí, pondré algo de música - dijo el menor tratando de cambiar de tema, no quería llegar a casa de Pedri, no quería.

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow And I left my scarf there at your sister's house And you've still got it in your drawer, even now Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze We're singin' in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and
That magic's not here no more And I might be okay, but I'm not fine at all Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there

I remember it all too well Ansu lo miro, sabía que algo iba mal, su actitud, la canción, su mirada perdida, que había pasado en la casa de esa chica, porque había llegado de esa manera.

Photo album on the counter Your cheeks were turnin' red You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed And your mother's tellin' stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team
You taught me 'bout your past thinkin' your future was me.
And you were tossing me the car keys Fuck The Patriarchy keychain on the ground We were always skippin' town
And I was thinkin' on the drive down: Any time now He's gonna say it's love You never called it what it was Til we were dead and gone and buried Check the pulse and come back swearing, it's the same After three months in the grave And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you
But all I felt was shame
And you held my lifeless frame
And I know it's long gone and
There was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough
To forget why I needed to
Cause there we are again in the middle of the night
We're dancin' 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light Down the stairs, I was there I remember it all too well And there we are again when nobody had to know You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath Sacred prayer and we'd swear To remember it all too well, yeah Well, maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up
Runnin' scared, I was there
I remember it all too well

-Gaviota, en serio todo va bien - pregunto algo preocupado.

-¡And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of bein' honest I'm a crumpled-up piece of paper lyin' here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all They say all's well that ends well But I'm in a new hell every time You double-cross my mind You said if we had been closer in age Maybe it would've been fine And that made me want to die- canto el menor a todo pulmón, Ansu logró ver la pequeña lágrima que se asomaba, Gavi quería llorar, después de eso todo el camino fue mirando la ventana.

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