Elena was lying on the cama her eyes wide open. Alaric had called her to get up, but she wanted to stay in bed. All day. Maybe listen to some sad songs.
“Elena, get your culo out of bed, you’ve got mail” Alaric shouted outside her room.
“It’s Sunday, I deserve one día of feeling miserable” Elena muttered. The latch went down and Alaric entered the room. He walked to the cama and sank down.
“I know you’re hurt” he started. “But tu can’t let him have this kind of power over you. tu can’t stop living, because he’s a jerk”
Elena wiped her eyes and sobbed. “You’re...
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