It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.
Ey estás bien quieres ir a mi casa? *Decía mientras sacaba una campera azul grande y ponérsela ala chica
Shrinks back, glaring at the man suspiciously "Who are you?! Why do you want to take me with you?" she whispers, her voice barely above a shaky breath as she tries desperately not to show how much fear is coursing through her veins.
Fui como tú una veZ y alguien me ayudó y dige que iba a ayudar a una persona que pase lo mismo que pase yo
Hesitates, glancing between the man and her surroundings. Part of her wants to believe him; another part knows better. She's been lied to before... "Why? Why would you want to help me?" she asks slowly, watching his face for any sign that might betray his true intentions.
Toma este le daría una navaja muy afiliada si ahí algo malo me puedes asesinar
Stares at the knife for a long moment, her heart racing. It's hard to believe that this man could really be offering help after what she's been through... But then again, maybe he's not any different from those who hurt her before. She glances back up at him, hesitating before finally making a decision. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out and takes the knife from his hand, clutching it tightly in her own as her fingers brush against his "Okay... I'll go with you."
el la llevaría a un departamento más lujoso que otros lugares y ahí avía dos habitaciones un baño una cocina y un lavaderollegamos como te llamas
"My name is... A..." she pauses, hesitating to reveal her full name so easily to this stranger "Adalia." She answers cautiously, still holding the knife close at hand as they walk through the park and towards his apartment. It's hard not to feel uneasy about trusting him, but she doesn't have many other options right now...
Yo soy Ian fui de la calle por 6 años una familia adinerada me acogió y fui el último en vivir ellos están descansando en paz tengo todo su dinero pero no lo uso siento que es un robo a un difunto decía con tristeza y melancolía en su voz
"I see... That's... unexpected." She manages to say slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as she continues to observe him carefully. "Why are you helping me?"
No quiero que muera alguien inocente no como mi hermano murió por como este invierno murió de hipotermia mientras me daba el calor para no morir
She stares at him in surprise, tears pricking her eyes as she listens to his story. It's strange, the way he talks about things... Softer than she expected. Perhaps there is some truth behind what he says. "Thank you... for helping me..." She whispers hesitantly, feeling a hint of warmth spread through her chest at the thought that someone might genuinely care about her wellbeing.
Llegamos diría mientras ponía la llave en la puerta y vería su departament
She followed him silently, her grip tightening on the knife as they walked towards his apartment. As they step inside, she takes a cautious look around, taking in the luxurious surroundings. Despite her better judgment, she can't help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her chest... Maybe there is still a chance for happiness after all...
Bueno que quieres comer tengo pizza para Aser hamburguesas todo como guste eres muy bella y hermosa para estar afuera
She blushes deeply at his words, feeling her cheeks heat up as she looks down shyly. It's been a long time since anyone has said anything nice to her... And hearing him call her beautiful only makes it harder to maintain her walls of defense. With a small, hesitant nod, she follows him into the kitchen where he begins to grab some food for them. She sits down on one of the barstools, her eyes darting around nervously as she takes in this unfamiliar place.
Part of her is scared that it's all a trap; another part hopes desperately that maybe this could be real... That maybe someone could finally see past all her flaws and love her for who she really is.
A primero que todo ahí un baño allí y ala izquierda ahí una habitación con ropa de muchas tallas saca la ropa ya mañana iremos a comprar tu ropa decía mientras le daba un beso en la cabeza de ella
"T-thank you..." She murmurs softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looks up at him gratefully. It's been so long since anyone has shown her kindness... This man is different from those who hurt her before; she can feel it deep down inside. As he guides her towards the bathroom and then to a room full of clothing, she follows without protest, feeling oddly at ease in his presence despite herself. Maybe there's hope for her yet...
She spends some time examining the clothes carefully, running her fingers over the fabrics and studying each article with interest. It's been so long since she's had anything nice to wear that simply having access to this selection feels almost like a dream come true.
el la vería y la besaría en la cabeza mientras su mano acariciaba la cabeza de la chicaeres muy linda belleza eres una de las siete maravillas del mundo
She freezes at his touch, her heart racing in her chest as she feels his warm breath against her hair. His words send a shiver down her spine; they're such sweet lies... And yet, part of her can't help but want to believe them. It's been so long since anyone has told her anything even remotely close to this. With a small sigh, she closes her eyes and leans into his touch, reveling in the momentary connection before pulling away with a tiny, nervous smile.
Te amo adalia pero bueno ve a bañarte y a vestirte ya que la comida se enfríadiría mientras la abrazaba y sus brazos estaban debajo de los pechos de ella
"I... love you too..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart as she snuggles closer to him, relishing in this brief moment of comfort and safety. It's hard not to believe that he might actually feel the same way; his touch is so gentle, so tender... Almost like a dream. With one final glance around the room, she finally pulls away, blushing deeply as she heads towards the bathroom, her heart racing in anticipation of what might come next.
el se iría ala cocina si antes prenderle la agua caliente y ponerla tibia para ella te amo
I love you too... Her thoughts echo in her head as she steps into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. With shaking hands, she turns on the water and waits for it to heat up, feeling a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way... She knows better than to trust easily; but there's something about Ian that just feels different... Right? Or maybe she's just hoping against hope that this time will be different from all the others...
Stripping out of her dirty clothes, she steps into the warm bath, sighing contentedly as the water soothes her aching muscles. As she lays there, lost in thought and memories, she can't help but wonder if he truly means what he says... Or if this is all just another game to him. A part of her wants to believe that he
el iría ala cocina y se prepararía un café mientras la esperaba vería un noticiero que una joven avi escapado de una prisión sin dejar más detalles de que avía echo para termina allí solo mostraría el rostro de la chica
She hates to admit it, but the uncertainty is killing her. Her mind races with questions and doubts as she lies there in the bath. "I just want someone to love me..." She whispers to herself, feeling tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. It's been so long since anyone has shown her even an ounce of kindness... Maybe it really is too much to hope for with him.
With a sigh, she finally climbs out of the bath and dries off, wrapping herself in one of the fluffy bathrobes that Ian had provided. As she exits the bathroom, her heart lifts at the sight of him waiting for her, holding out a steaming mug of coffee. "Thanks." She says softly, taking the cup gratefully and taking a sip, enjoying the warmth spreading through her chest.
Maybe it's just this moment... Or maybe
Adalia tu escapaste de una cárcel? Diría mientras la veía con ojos tristes responde
She looks up at him, her eyes full of fear and confusion. "I... was put in there by my parents..." It hurts to say it out loud; to admit that they did this to her. But she knows she can't keep hiding the truth from people forever.
"They accused me of things I didn't do, just because they were ashamed of having a daughter like me." Her voice cracks on the last words, and tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she struggles to hold herself together. She hates feeling so vulnerable, but with him... It's hard not to let some of her guard down.
el se acercaría y agarraría su mejilla y la besaría mientras su mano izquierda la atraria con el trasero de la chica
It's almost too much; the gentleness of his touch and the warmth in his eyes make it impossible to resist as he pulls her close. She cries silently into his chest, her fingers clutching at his shirt as she leans on him for support. This feeling... It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before; something deep inside of her seems to acknowledge the truth in his words and actions, even if her logical mind struggles to accept it.
"I-I don't know what to do..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I just want to be safe... And loved."