Tengo las notas de Selectividad ewe No quiero ser prepotente ni presuntuosa solo estoy híperfeliz porque tengo ¡¡¡¡13.26!!!! Odiadme si queréis y lo siento si a alguno por aquí no le ha salido la nota que quería :S
Bueno, obviemos al gato siniestro y vayamos directos al grano xD Que nada, que hace mucho tiempo que no publico esto, así que aquí tenéis ^-^
9. Break down
She sat silently in front of her old friend
while he looked at the menu, humming. Even though Sam didn't believe, or refused
to believe, Helen's words, she found a hard time being next to him. The sole thought
made her feel guilty. Nonetheless, he had been one of her best friends when she
was young.
'So, what do you wanna eat?' asked Martin easily, oblivious to his companion's discomfort. Trying to sound calm and sure, to avoid being mean, Sam moved her hand and replied: 'I'd rather have a drink, and nothing else. I ate a muffin not long ago.'
Martin smiled, but his smile was still tense. 'Perfect, then. As much as I would love to pay your part, I'm afraid I'm out of cash right now. I, myself, will ask for just a coffee. Every cent not spent brings me nearer to a little fortune.'
The woman stumbled between pity and contempt. Was he shameless enough to invite her to a place to eat and then admit he was broke? Sam had money to pay with, but he could've at least told her before she agreed. However, when she saw the dark shadows under the man's eyes, she reprimanded herself. How could she be so cold?
Her expression softened a little bit as she tried to forget Helen's crude words. As she tried to shake off the doubt about whether he killed his girlfriend.
'So you've been having all sort of problems lately?' she wondered, talking as softly as she would talk to a frightened deer. Sam put herself in his place. How would she feel if she had been accused of murder and then nobody believed her when she tried to deny it?
Martin snorted disdainfully. He didn't seem to take in the woman's words pretty well. For a few minutes, the rage in his eyes made Samantha worry, but she reassured herself that she was safe and that nothing wrong would happen. The last thing her old friend needed was to feel that another person yet feared him. Maybe that would make him become the monster everyone expected him to be.
Sam frowned. 'I'm really sorry. Honestly. If I can do anything of help...' Finally, her words seemed to take down a small bit of the wall that the man had built.
'I guess things are summing up lately. First the job, then Steph... I don't know what to do! What do I do, Sam? Everyone thinks I'm a murderer!'
His face showed that he was about to break down. People began to look suspiciously at them, and Sam began to feel ashamed. She wasn't bold enough to shout at them, to tell them it was none of their business.
She stood up and walked towards Martin, embracing him in her thin, trembling arms. Although Sam felt uncomfortable, she stood her ground, thinking that, at least, she owed him a tribute to their old friendship.
Y ahora no me queda más que despedirme, que es muy tarde ~(^-^)~ Besos <3<3<3
Me da pena Martin, pero, no sé, me da que hay algo más con él, así que no termino de sentir lástima xD
ResponderEliminarEstá muy bien, como siempre.
¡Un beso!
Jajaja si te soy sincera no tenía pensado desarrollarlo mucho más xP Ni siquiera he decidido si es o no el asesino x'D
EliminarMuchas gracias ^^ tan eficaz como siempre Val ;P
Un besoo :3
Lol, entonces, ¿yo le he dado más profundidad que tú? xD Esto me pasa por desconfiar de manera sistemática de los personajes xDD
Eliminar¡Un beso!
Ah, por cierto, que me he olvidado: te he nominado a un premio de estos, por si te interesa xD
EliminarEeeh ¿si te digo que sí quedo muy mal? xDxDxD
EliminarLol gracias, me pasaré a mirar :3
Besos ^-^
Vaya, nunca he visto por aquí un texto escrito en inglés, qué original.
ResponderEliminarLa verdad es que no se me da muy bien leerlo, si no lo practicas lo pierdes y yo llevo sin practicarlo desde Mayo >.<, así que al principio he pasado por encima pero he decidido echarle narices e intentar leerlo. Eh, he entendido bastante.
Pobre Martin, yo confío en él xD
Un beso ^^, y a ver si de una vez por todas me aprendo en link de tu blog, que con lo sencillo que es nunca acierto a la primera :(
Gracias :D El origen de todo fueron los deberes xD (qué triste)
EliminarMe alegro de que te hayas atrevido a leerlo, y si no siempre puedes preguntarme por algo xP Pero por lo menos así vas practicando jeje ^-^
Bien, porque no tenía muy claro que hacer con él, y las sospechas de Val me han dejado descolocada xD
¡Un beso! Y no te preocupes, cuando era pequeña escribía mal mi propio apellido xD