Dos más dos no son cuatro

Dos más dos no son cuatro

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Romance
Sin decir nada a nadie, Nicolás desapareció el 29 de abril de 1999. Era un chico odioso y latoso, que siempre presumía saber más que los demás cuando solo eran tonterías. Coqueteaba con las chicas de secundaria y se repetía que un día sería más millonario ¿por qué hasta que desapareció comprendí que sentía algo más por él? ¿Por qué hasta que apareció en mi fotografía supe que lo extrañaba demasiado? Ha pasado ya tiempo. He decidido a poner seriedad en mi vida, dejar de ser una niña, retomar los estudios, tal vez salir con un chico que mis hermanos no maten en el intento. Mi vida comienza a tener una meta cuando de pronto... Nicolás regresa. Esconde secretos que dan miedo y frecuenta amistades extrañas. ¿Qué fue de él? ¿A dónde fue? ¿Por qué me mira de una manera que hace que me den esperanzas y al segundo siguiente me empuja lejos de él? ¿De quién se esconde? He decidido ponerme seria. He decidido que lo seguiré.
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"I want a divorce." And just hearing him say that my whole world that seemed to revolve around him stopped. Gathering myself I barely managed to speak in a voice that even I could not recognise. I couldn't comprehend anything going around me. "Wh..hy?" As soon as the words left my mouth he threw the file and the photographs spread across the floor. And those photographs had me in compromising positions with not one but several men. Looking at those photos I looked straight into his eyes. Disgust and hatred. The only emotions I could see. Taking a deep breath I composed myself and tried to keep my face void of the emotions I felt at that moment. Hurt and immense pain. If he didn't trust me then he has no right to see me vulnerable too. "Is this the only reason why you want to divorce me? No other except this?" It was foolish of me to ask him but I had to make sure. Also for me trust comes before love. If he doesn't trust me I don't even want to save the relationship. "Is this not enough you whore? What else can I expect from a slut and a gold digger like you! I knew it from the start that all you showed was just a facade. Your innocence, kindness, it was all fake. I just don't believe how can I be so dumb." Was I hurt? No I was broken beyond repair. My heart ached. I felt like I was seconds away from collapsing. I had far exceeded the limit of hurt and pain. I was so powerless in that moment that I couldn't even fight with him. Love makes you strong. I have heard and felt that countless times but they always forget to mention what comes after that. Love makes you weak too. I couldn't shout at him because I loved him. But I had to be brave. For myself. ************************************************** Is love enough for two people to be together or is there something more important than love? This is story of Xander and Sophie who loved each other but still couldn't be together. Because more important than love is trust. © All rights reserved

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