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Realidad a contramano

Realidad a contramano

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 30, 2021
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Romance
Sus piernas dejaron de sostenerle y cayó de rodillas. La lluvia golpeaba su cara haciendo que la sangre se difuminara. De lo más profundo de su mente empezó a emerger una palabra: VENGANZA. No quise hacerlo, jamás lo haría ¿o sí? No... no, solo fue un impulso causado por el rencor, ella me provocó. -Todo sería mejor si hubiese aceptado mi propuesta- pronuncié viendo mis manos llenas de sangre... de su sangre. Sentí la fría lluvia en mi rostro, la locura se apoderaba cada vez más de mi ser, lo sentía llegar cada vez más cerca. . . . Esta historia la comencé hace 3 años y quiero continuarla de a poco en mis ratos libres. Espero que les guste.
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