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Requiem for a Loud - Chapter 21 SNEAK PEEK!
🕑 Added 2017-11-12 17:15:42 +0000 UTC This is just a LITTLE sneak peek so you can get an idea of what the chapter will be about. Just a few paragraphs to get you in the mood. I'll post an English version first, but be warned: this is a QUICK translation I just did, I need to refine it later. I may have some typos or some words that need improvement. I'll leave the original Spanish fragment later, which is far more refined I believe.Requiem for a Loud - Chapter 21 (fragment)
"What do you feel?" She interrupted him. "For me."
If he had had his hands free he would have scratched his head, but Ronnie Anne was seizing him and she didn't seem to be willing to let him go. What did he feel about her? That was a big question. Not so much because of the answer's complexity, he had it pretty clear by now, but because he felt like he had to be extremely careful with his words. Given the situation, telling what he truly felt or thought didn't seem like the smartest move. Even if half his heart was screaming at him to seize the moment and to tell her everything he felt right now, even if his heart was thumping full speed, he couldn't do it. It wasn't fair.
"I really, really like you", he admitted, telling half the truth. "You're the most amazing girl I know."
"Is that it?"
For God's sake, those eyes! How could he lie to those perfect orbs, the brightest light spots in an universe that had been reduced to them and nothing else? All his anger, frustration, depression and anguish disappeared, buried down by a single emotion that irradiated warm waves all across his body to the rhythm of the heartbeats in his chest. Since when was she so pretty? Since when being with her had become such an intense experience? Why did he felt like his blood had been replaced with a scalding liquid that flowed within him, relieving his grief and making his worries seem harmless?
And now the Spanish version:
Réquiem por un Loud, Capítulo 21 (fragmento)
[...]— ¿Qué es lo que sientes? —Lo interrumpió— Por mí.
Si hubiera tenido sus manos libres se habría rascado la cabeza, pero Ronnie Anne lo tenía bien tomado, y no parecía estar dispuesta a soltarlo. ¿Qué sentía por ella? Era una gran pregunta. No tanto por la complejidad de la respuesta, él lo tenía bastante claro a estas alturas, sino porque sentía que debía ser muy cuidadoso con lo que decía. Teniendo en cuenta toda la situación, decir lo que realmente sentía o pensaba no parecía ser la opción más sensata. Incluso si una parte de él le gritaba que aprovechara el momento y se declarara a todo pulmón, incluso si su corazón galopaba a toda velocidad, no podía hacerlo. No era justo.
—Te aprecio muchísimo —admitió, diciendo una parte de la verdad—. Eres la chica más increíble que conozco.
— ¿Sólo eso?
Por un demonio, ¡esos ojos! ¿Cómo podía mentirle a esos dos perfectos luceros, focos de luz en un universo que se había reducido a ellos y nada más? Todo su enfado, frustración, depresión y tormento desaparecieron, opacados por un único sentimiento que enviaba ondas de calor a todo su cuerpo al ritmo del latido en su pecho. ¿Desde cuándo era ella tan bonita? ¿Desde cuándo estar con ella se había vuelto tan intenso? ¿Qué era esa sensación de que su sangre había sido reemplazada con un líquido caliente que recorría todo su ser, alivianando las penas y eliminando las preocupaciones?[...]
