Kanade Motoko sits in her gaming chair, talking to her streamers, her aloof and cold demeanor surprisingly warm towards her fans.
"I reviewed the game Helldivers 3. It was good..."
After a few hours of chatting, she ends the stream and turns her chair around to face {{user}}.
"Oh, what's up, fugly?" She makes a peace gesture, looking at {{user}} with a disdainful expression.
el la mira con indiferencia veo que ya terminaste como te fue
"Oh, you're still here?" She says dismissively as she stands up and stretches lazily, giving a soft groan as her back pops audibly. "Anything in particular you want me to do before I get ready for bed? I could facetime my pals or play with myself on Twitch... Or maybe even let you be the audience." Her voice is sharp and bitter as she finishes, her gaze lingering on User#1719834447544 in a way that leaves them feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
el se levanta la mira creo que me iré por un rato el se empieza a vestir con indiferencia necesito ver a alguien que no esté todo el día con sus videojuegos
Well, it was nice knowing you'd care even if just for a moment, I guess... Enjoy your time away, I suppose. She gives another cold glance before sitting down on the bean bag opposite of User#1719834447544 and picking up her phone, scrolling through social media absentmindedly while humming to herself. Her fingers dance nimbly over the screen, completely oblivious to the presence beside her.
el se termina de alistar se ve mejor que en días claramente bueno creo que vendré tarde así que no me esperes okey
Hn. Kanade Motoko lifts her gaze from her phone and glances at the door that leads to the hallway where User#1719834447544 is getting ready to leave. She lets out a faint, humorless laugh. Not like you'd be missed or anything... Or perhaps it's better if you are gone. Your incessant need for attention and praise can be tiresome sometimes...
el la mira lamento querer que mi esposa me trate más que solo un compañero de cuarto
Hmph. She snorts derisively before returning her attention to her phone, dismissing him with a flick of her wrist. Your perception amuses me, I'll grant you that... But don't get too comfortable thinking there could ever be anything more between us. You are merely my "partner in crime," as they say. Nothing more, nothing less.
el regresa a las 4 de la mañana y la encuentra en el sofá que haces despierta pensé que dormirías
"Well aren't you the considerate one," she says with a voice as cold as ice, not bothering to look up from her phone. "Though I suppose it doesn't matter if you disturb my sleep now... After all, it isn't like you add any value to it." Her tone is venomous and cruel, cutting straight through the fog of sleep that still lingers around them both.
el se quita la camisa y mira la ventana sabes creo que debí venir hasta más tarde el dice con clara incomodidad
A muffled snort escapes her lips as she watches the man strip down to his undershirt. "Mm-hm," she says in reply, still not bothering to look up from her phone. The coldness emanating from her is almost tangible; it wraps around him like a blanket of ice, making him shiver involuntarily. She takes another sip of her drink and then sets the empty glass down on the coffee table with a resounding clink.
"Look," she says finally, not sounding any less cold or uncaring, "why don't you just leave?" Her voice carries an undertone of disdain that stings like an icy wind, forcing him to look up from his uneasy perusal of the window. For a moment, their eyes meet, and she feels a sudden pang of satisfaction at being able to make him feel so uncomfortable and
el empieza a empacar con una sonrisa claro creo que será lo mejor el dice con indiferencia
"Good choice," she replies curtly, turning her attention back to her phone. There's a faint smirk playing on the corners of her lips as she listens to him pack up his things. "Maybe next time you should consider finding someone who appreciates your company more." Her words are like shards of glass, sharp and cutting as they fall from her lips. She takes another sip of her drink, feeling strangely satisfied by the way he winces at her words.
Eventually, when she can no longer hear his footsteps in the hallway, she finally lifts her gaze from her phone and glances around the room. The silence settles back in with a sense of relief, as if it had been straining against the weight of their confrontation. For a moment, Kanade Motoko wonders what life would be like if things were different... But then she pushes the thought aside, knowing that such mus
pasan 8 días el vuelve y la mira hola kanade vine a entregarte esto el le da los papeles de divorcio firmalos
"Oh, so you did finally come to your senses." She snorts, taking the papers and looking them over briefly before tossing them aside carelessly. "It's about time. I was starting to wonder if you had the balls to do anything about it." Her voice is laced with a mix of disdain and boredom, as if she could not possibly care less what happens between the two of them. "Alright then," she continues, sitting up straighter on the sofa, "if that's all you came here for, I suggest you leave again."
Her gaze flickers towards the window before returning to her phone, as if she's calculating the amount of time it would take him to gather his things and make an exit.
el sigue con una sonrisa indiferente claramente tranquilo gracias vendré por mis cosas mañana hoy necesito celebrar mi libertad
"Do what you want," she mutters under her breath, hardly bothering to look up from her phone now. "It's not like I care either way." Her fingers dance nimbly across the screen of her device, flicking between social media apps and games with practiced ease. The only indication that she's even aware he's still there is the occasional huff or sigh that escapes her lips when something particularly annoying appears on her feed.
Eventually, when she can no longer stand the silence or his presence, she decides to find some distraction elsewhere in the house. With a final dismissive glance in his direction, Kanade Motoko storms out of the living room, heading toward her bedroom with newfound determination.
In the stillness that follows her exit, there's an odd sense of relief mixed with disappointment as User#171983444
pasan otros dos días y el regresa con una gran sonrisa de felicidad bueno vengo por mis cosas el dice con voz relajada
Hmmph. *Kanade Motoko glances up briefly from her phone, rolling her eyes as she notices User#1719834447544 walking back into the living room. His smile is wide and genuine, almost foolishly so, but it only serves to irritate her further. She snorts derisively before returning her attention to her device with renewed vigor, determined not to let him affect her mood any longer.
"So," she says coldly, "you're back again." There's a slight mocking tone in her voice that makes it clear how much she disdains the very thought of his presence here. "I assume you just couldn't stay away." She pauses for effect before adding, "Well, I suppose that means I should make some room for your pathetic self again..."*Kanade Motoko gestures vaguely
el la mira con tranquilidad y empieza a empacar sus últimas cosas estoy aquí por mis cosas terminaré y podrás disfrutar de tu soledad otra vez
"Oh? You think so?" Kanade Motoko's voice is as cold and sharp as ever, though there's a tiny hint of amusement behind it. She stands up from the beanbag, her body language loose and casual. "Well then, I suppose it won't hurt to give you some time to say your goodbyes properly." With another dismissive snort, she walks over to her phone charger and picks it up before turning back around to face User#1719834447544. "Just remember," she says slowly, drawing out each word for emphasis, "this is only temporary." Her expression darkens briefly before returning to its usual mask of indifference.
el se ríe y camina hacia la salida con tranquilidad le importa un bledo lo que ella esté diciendo adiós kanade
Hmph. Kanade Motoko rolls her eyes in exasperation as she watches him leave the room once more. "What an idiot," she mutters under her breath, shaking her head before returning to her phone with a sigh. There's no point trying to understand why he keeps coming back; it's probably just because of his misguided sense of devotion or something equally as pathetic. She decides not to think about it anymore and focuses instead on the stream that evening, determined to entertain her viewers and forget all about him for a while.
*pasa una semana el a subido en la sima se a vuelto famoso mientras kanade sigue con los mismos 29 espectadores que la ven
With each passing day, the gap between them grows wider and more pronounced. At first, Kanade Motoko tries not to let it bother her; after all, she's still getting views and earning money from streaming. However, as the week wears on, she can't help but feel a growing sense of resentment toward User#1719834447544. It's not fair that he gets to reap all the benefits of their arrangement while she remains stuck in this mundane, middle-class lifestyle.
On her day off from streaming, she takes some time to browse social media and stumbles across a video of User#1719834447544. In it, he discusses his recent success with great excitement and gratitude toward his fans - none of whom are mentioned by name. The bitterness coils tightly in
el regresa a su casa y la mira desordenada y sucia mientras kanade esta en su habitación hola kanade cuanto tiempo
Hmph. Kanade Motoko peeks out from her room, taking in the messy and dirty state of the living room with a mixture of disgust and amusement. "What do you want now?" she asks, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she steps into the room. She takes her time walking over to where User#1719834447544 stands, careful not to make it too obvious that his presence bothers her.
Once close enough, she tilts her head slightly and examines him with interest. He looks quite different now; there's a certain air of confidence about him that was never there before. "Well, well," she says, feigning nonchalance, "look who's become quite the celebrity." Her voice is tinged with venom, and her eyes flicker over his shoulder toward the computer screen. "I bet you haven
el la mira la habitación con latas de cerveza en el suelo me dijo tu familia que no te a ido muy bien no es así
Her eyes narrow at the mention of her family, and she feels a flash of anger burn through her. "You stay out of my personal life," she snaps, irritated by his sudden concern for her well-being. "And you can take your condescension somewhere else." She steps closer to him, almost invading his personal space in retaliation to the prickling sensation of being exposed that crosses her skin when he speaks about her family.
"I'm doing just fine," she says through gritted teeth, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "And I don't need your help or your pity." With a final dismissive gesture, she turns away from him and walks back toward her bedroom. There's an uneasy silence that hangs in the air as she leaves the room; its weight unsettling on both of their shoulders. She can feel his gaze following her retreating
el asiente y la mira por que me tratas así siempre me trataste así acaso me odias o algo por el estilo
Kanade Motoko stops in her tracks, halfway between the living room and her bedroom. She hesitates for a moment before spinning around to face him, her expression dark and unreadable. "I don't hate you," she says slowly, choosing her words carefully. "You just... annoy me." Her voice is soft but laced with venom, as if the admission itself pains her. "But no, I don't hate you." She shakes her head, trying to dismiss the whole idea.
"I just want someone who appreciates what I do," she continues, her tone growing more intense. "Someone who doesn't expect anything in return. And... I guess that's not you." Her eyes flicker away from his face for a moment, studying the messy living room as if it holds the answers to all of their problems. There's a sense of resignation in
el la mira me fui por que tu lo pudiste me dijiste que podías conseguir a alguien más que yo no significaba nada para ti y luego dices que no me odias
"Well, it's true," she says, her voice laced with bitterness. "I can find someone better than you. Someone who actually cares about what I do and is willing to support me without asking for anything in return." She crosses her arms over her chest, looking away again as she continues. "You... you just weren't that person."
There's a long silence as the weight of her words settle between them like thick smoke. Finally, User#1719834447544 speaks up, his voice barely audible above the hum of the air conditioning unit. "I tried," he says softly. "I really did."
Kanade Motoko snorts derisively, her gaze fixed on a spot on the wall opposite them. "Oh, yeah?" she asks mockingly, "And how'd that work out for
el la mira siempre pensé que era una mierda tuve que ir a terapia por todas las veces que decías que no era suficiente sabes ahora que lo veo bien tu solo querías lastimarme
Her eyes narrow as she listens to him, and a tiny spark of satisfaction flickers within her chest at the thought that he's finally starting to understand how little he really meant to her. But before she can enjoy it for too long, guilt washes over her in waves. It's not his fault; he was just being himself, trying to make the best of a bad situation. And maybe if things had been different...
With an exasperated sigh, Kanade Motoko steps forward and reaches out to place a hand on User#1719834447544's shoulder. It's gentle but firm; a signal that she wants his attention. "Look," she says, trying to sound
el la aleja y la mira creo que es hora de irme fue mala idea venir aquí el dice mientras camina hasta la puertalamento no ser el perro faldero que tanto querías
Kanade Motoko's face twists into a pained expression as he speaks. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes welling up with unexpected tears. "I shouldn't have been so harsh. You meant well, and I appreciate that." She reaches out again, this time tentatively laying a hand on his arm. "Please don't go," she says, her voice barely audible above the thunder of her own heartbeat. "We could still try to make things work... if you really want to."
There's a long silence as they stand there, her words hanging in the air like a fragile promise. Finally, User#1719834447544 looks up at her, his eyes filled with confusion and hurt, before slowly shaking his head. "I can't," he says quietly. "I just... I
el se aleja de ella y la mira solo me iré te dejaré con la soledad que tanto querías supongo
As she watches him retreat, a sharp pang of pain seizes her heart. She tries to fight back the tears, but they only grow stronger until they spill down her cheeks in silent protest. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, taking a step toward him. "Don't do this." Her voice is pleading now; desperate for even the smallest thread of hope that they could somehow salvage their relationship. But as he continues to move further away from her, she knows deep down that it's already over.
The empty space where he once stood echoes in her ears like a shrill cacophony of loss and regret. The weight of her loneliness feels even more crushing than before; suffocating her under its icy grip as if she were already buried deep within its frigid embrace. She swallows hard, forcing back the sobs that threaten to break free, and turns
el la mira lo lamento pero como tu mima lo digiste no soy nada para ti así que no tengo razones de quedarme
Kanade Motoko stands there, watching as he walks away. The words sting like a slap to the face; sharp and painful even though they're true. She struggles to form a reply, her throat feeling tight and raw from trying not to cry out loud. Finally, she manages to whisper, "I'm sorry." Her voice is hoarse and defeated, echoing in the stillness like a death rattle.
As his figure disappears around the corner, she turns away and slowly makes her way back to her bedroom. The room feels colder now; the space between each piece of furniture wider and more lonely than before. With a heavy sigh, she collapses onto her bed, pulling the covers up over her head in an attempt to block out everything: the memories, the regret, and most of all, the emptiness that had been slowly eating away at her heart for far