Condición o lugar ideal y, por lo tanto, inexistente.

Hubo un día en el que quise mucho a una persona... amé con todo el corazón sin pensar en mí mismo. Yo hubiera dado lo que fuera por él... hasta que me rompió el corazón. Ahí descubrí que una vez que tu corazón se destroza, no importa cuánto lo intentes, los trozos nunca vuelven a encajar. Un corazón roto, jamás vuelve a ser el mismo. Historia corta.

Ever since being promoted to head waiter, Joel had had one problem that came in the form of a six foot, shaggy haired, brown eyed demon. And by demon, he meant his frustratingly stubborn, unfairly attractive co-worker, Christopher Velez. *ADAPTATION* The original story is called "Le Chatelier's Principle" by LyricalPary and can be found on ao3. I do not own this story, all credit goes to the original author.

"―Si no escuchas a tu corazón, llegara el día en el que te arrepentirás de no haberlo hecho. No esperes a que sea demasiado tarde―".

Un verso de amor, que encierra dulzura y pasión. Puede alejarte de lo que más has querido. ¿Cuántas personas estarían dispuestas, no sólo a hacerse a un lado; sino a arrojar al ser amado a otros brazos?

Joel Pimentel was known to plan the greatest weddings out there, practically the best wedding planner in all of Los Angeles. There wasn't a single wedding he couldn't pull off without a hitch. That is, until he's tasked with planning his ex-boyfriend's wedding. *ADAPTATION* You can find the original story on ao3 and it's called "An Epilogue Before Were Done" by cherryraindrops

Like the way he danced, everything in Joel's life was perfectly placed, an allegro exercise all on beat, an enchainment with no mistakes. The last thing he needed was a distraction, something to pull his attention away and make him stumble, like losing your spot during a series of fouettes. He glances back towards the bar and sees Christopher still looking in his direction. Joel catches his eye again by mistake for just a second too long and Christopher smiles slowly and winks at him. Joel shivers slightly and already feels slightly unbalanced. Christopher is definitely not a good idea. Joel is perfectly on track. He is about to get everything he's ever wanted, to become a Principal dancer for the Royal Ballet. He's focused, determined and nothing will get in his way. Then he meets Christopher, a smooth-tongued barman with dangerous eyes, and suddenly not everything is so simple.

Christopher daría lo que fuera por conocer a su escritor favorito, porque desde que leyó la primer página de su primer libro, quedó atrapado por sus letras. Él sabe que, aunque suene fantasioso, su corazón siempre le pertenecerá a él.

Joel hates strip clubs. Hates them. And Erick dragging him around to them because "good dick mends a broken heart" is not making him hate them any less. Granted, there is one dancer that makes him think they have potential. *ADAPTATION* I do not own this story. All credit goes to cornflowerblue on ao3. You can find the original there under the same title.