déjalo ir.

déjalo ir.

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Déjalo ir... todo lo que está roto déjalo al aire, déjalo que fluya, que duela, es tiempo de irse - pensé y recordé aquella frase que hendrys me había leído en el verano: "abre tu corazón y no tengas miedo a que te lo rompan los corazones rotos se curan. Los corazones protegidos se convierten en piedra"- siempre protegí mi corazón convertido en piedra, y sin darme cuenta caí, quizás después de todo en el fondo aun latía y esa fue mi perdición, lo que me destruyo. ¿Aún tendrá cura? O ¿estará roto por siempre? - me pregunte, miro las luces reflejadas en la ventana y me doy cuenta que otra vez lo estaba haciendo "hablaba sola" sentía que mis energías estaban por agotarse y que cada vez que intentaba aferrarme al pasado me alejaba de una nueva vida. - Este es un nuevo año, disfrútalo - me dije.
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A Zurena FanFic. One-shot, but really, really long. 2nd person/Zulema's POV (Congratulations, you get to be Zulema)! Set in Season 5. Takes place after New Year's but prior to Maca telling Zulema that she quits. I wrote this to make El Oasis make sense in my own head, because while the Zurena interactions were on point, the story-line was total crap. I'd prefer not to give too much away here, but I understand that people like to know what they are getting themselves into, especially given the length of this work. So I will say this... This is written as a sort of stream-of-consciousness piece that takes a dive into Zulema's psyche as she navigates a meaningful day and reflects on herself and her relationship with Maca. It's written from Zulema's perspective, and truthfully second-person usually isn't my favorite, but it just felt right for this story. So for those of you who find that approach awkward, I hope you will still give it a chance. This is the first fic I have ever written, so feedback is truly appreciated. And since I couldn't get the d@mned Dedication option to work, I will add that here as well- This fic is dedicated to my little fried shrimp who inspired me to write it, encouraged me to publish it, helped me with the Spanish bits, acted as the world's greatest sounding board, and without whom it would not have ever happened. She's also responsible for the amazing cover! So, gracias mi camaroncito frito. This is for you. Te quiero <3 Note: I don't own the rights to the characters (or show) and am not making money off them. I just love them and like to play with them.

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