Amor, amor...

Amor, amor...

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- Me voy a Rusia! - anuncié en mi fiesta de cumpleaños. Un sonoro ¿QUÉ? se hizo presente en el silencio que por segundos, casi inexistentes, se había formado. Me reí de la cara de sorpresa, embobados ante la noticia. - ¿Es broma no? - Escuché en un susurro detrás de mí. La persona que amé durante años se alejaba, yendo a esconderse a la cocina. Sara va a Rusia en busca de su destino, pero encuentra algo que jamás creyó posible. Sus heridas sanarán o empeorarán según ella decida. El amor podrá salvarla o ella seguir encerrada en su mundo, evitando a todos y a todo. Que se necesita para cambiar nuestro destino? Que se necesita para cambiar a nuestro corazón?
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