Siempre te voy a querer

Chapter 41

Isa woke up with a huge headache, a stark reminder of how much she had drunk the night before to numb her pain. Despite the tumultuous evening, she had forgiven her friends the same night, not wanting to make them beg for her forgiveness.

She groggily stood up and took a cold shower, hoping to clear her head. Once dressed, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for herself and Edson. The familiar routine helped her feel a bit more grounded after the emotional rollercoaster.

As she was finishing cooking, Edson woke up and greeted her. "Buenos días, Isa. ¿Cómo amaneciste?" he asked, walking up to her and kissing her forehead.

"Buenos días, Ed. Amanecí bien cruda, ¿y tú?" Isa replied, letting out a laugh despite the pounding in her head.

"Me va a explotar la cabeza," Edson complained, rubbing his temples.

"En la mesa te serví tu desayuno y te dejé unas pastillas, tómatelas, te hará bien," she said, pointing to the table.

"Gracias, Isa," he replied gratefully, sitting down and taking the pills she had set out for him.

They ate breakfast in relative silence, both of them nursing their hangovers. The quiet was comforting, allowing them to process their thoughts and feelings from the previous night.

After a while, Edson broke the silence. "Sabes, Isa, me alegra que te hayas quedado con nosotros anoche. No sabíamos lo mucho que te estábamos lastimando."

Isa smiled softly. "Gracias, Ed. Yo también estoy contenta de haberme quedado. Todos cometemos errores, lo importante es que aprendamos de ellos."

Edson nodded in agreement. "Sí, tienes razón. Prometo que seremos mejores amigos para ti."

Isa reached over and squeezed his hand. "Y yo prometo ser una mejor hermana," she said, feeling a renewed sense of hope for their future.
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After breakfast, Edson couldn't shake off the thoughts about last night. He knew he had to talk to Isa about dancing with Christian Pulisic. As they cleaned up the kitchen together, Edson finally decided to bring it up.

"Isa, we need to talk about something," Edson said, trying to keep his tone calm.

Isa looked at him curiously. "What is it, Ed?"

Edson sighed, running a hand through his hair. "¿Qué estabas pensando al bailar con Christian Pulisic? Sabes la historia que tenemos con él. Después de todo lo que pasó, se siente... mal."

Isa bit her lip, feeling the tension rising. "Ed, he came up to me and asked to dance. I didn't plan it. He seemed genuinely sincere when he talked to me."

"Sincero?" Edson raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Isa, este es el mismo tipo que peleó conmigo. ¿Por qué confiarías en él tan fácilmente?"

Isa took a deep breath, trying to explain. "Me dijo que quería empezar de nuevo, hacerse amigo otra vez. Sonaba tan sincero, Ed. Creo que realmente lo decía en serio."

Edson frowned, still not convinced. "Mira, Isa, sé que puede parecer sincero, pero tenemos que ser cuidadosos. No quiero que te lastime de nuevo."

Isa nodded, understanding his concern. "Lo sé, Ed. Prometo que seré cuidadosa. Pero también creo que la gente puede cambiar."

Edson sighed, rubbing his temples. "Está bien, solo ten cuidado. No quiero verte herida."

"Gracias, Ed," Isa said, giving him a small smile. "Aprecio que te preocupes por mí."

Edson gave her a hug, feeling a bit more at ease. "Siempre, Isa. Eres mi hermana y siempre voy a estar aquí para ti."

They finished cleaning up and decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing and trying to put the events of the previous night behind them. Despite the lingering tension, they both felt a sense of relief having talked things through.
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