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Nunca pensé que esto pasaría, pensaba que todo terminaría en menos de lo que ambos soñábamos y que por fin, podría tomar su mano sin temor a que dirían los demás, sin temor a las consecuencias injustas que sufrimos solo por estar Enamorados.
-Lloraba en silencio acostado en su pecho, siendo cuidadoso de que no cayeran muchas lágrimas en su cuerpo - Dios, lo único que te pido es un maldito ángel que se lleve todo nuestro sufrimiento, y que así nos permita ser libres.
Esas palabras, que lo llevaron a lo que siempre anheló, pero que le arrebataron la libertad a la persona que juró proteger de peligros cómo ese... Su hermana.
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