Las horas pasan lentas y mi angustia crece. ¿ Dónde estás ? Le llamo y no responde. Cada vez estoy más nerviosa. Su reacción ha sido exagerada y no sé ni cómo ni dónde buscarle. Le imagino furioso, tratando de controlarse, pero esta vez no lo ha conseguido. Mi preocupación aumenta por momentos. Me tumbo en el sofá del salón, cerca de la chimenea porque siento frío, aunque no sé si es por mi estado de nerviosismo o porque en realidad lo hace . Me envuelvo en una manta y trato de no pensar en que pueda ocurrirle algo malo, o simplemente que no regrese a casa. Estoy rendida; ha sido un dia largo y angustioso, y al fin, parece que el sueño desea adueñarse de mi. Pero no lo consigo del todo y me despierto sobresaltada. Vuelvo a llamarle
- Christian ¿ dónde estás ? Vuelve a casa
En eso, un ruido, como si algo cayera al suelo, me sobresalta y corro hacia el lugar de donde proviene. Es Christian que ha tropezado con el jarrón de la entrada. Llega borracho, pero está bien; al menos ya está en casa #FiftyShadesFreed
TRANSLATE:
The hours pass slowly and my anguish grows. Where are you ? I call him and he does not answer. Every time I'm more nervous. His reaction has been exaggerated and I do not know how or where to look for him. I imagine him furious, trying to control himself, but this time he has not succeeded. My worry increases at times. I lie on the sofa in the living room, near the fireplace because I feel cold, although I do not know if it's because of my nervousness or because it actually does. I wrap myself in a blanket and try not to think about something bad happening to him, or just not to return home. I'm exhausted; It has been a long and harrowing day, and at last, it seems that the dream wants to take over me. But I do not quite get it and I wake up startled. I'll call him again
- Christian, where are you? Go back home
In that, a noise, as if something fell to the ground, startles me and I run to the place where it comes from. It is Christian who has stumbled upon the vase at the entrance. Drunk arrives, but he's fine; at least he is already at home #FiftyShadesFreed
Autoría del relato: 1996rosafermu. Basado en la trilogía de E.L. James, Cincuenta Sombras de Grey
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Editado en : Fifty Forever Official Facebook Group, el 23 de Julio ded 2018
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- Christian ¿ dónde estás ? Vuelve a casa
En eso, un ruido, como si algo cayera al suelo, me sobresalta y corro hacia el lugar de donde proviene. Es Christian que ha tropezado con el jarrón de la entrada. Llega borracho, pero está bien; al menos ya está en casa #FiftyShadesFreed
TRANSLATE:
The hours pass slowly and my anguish grows. Where are you ? I call him and he does not answer. Every time I'm more nervous. His reaction has been exaggerated and I do not know how or where to look for him. I imagine him furious, trying to control himself, but this time he has not succeeded. My worry increases at times. I lie on the sofa in the living room, near the fireplace because I feel cold, although I do not know if it's because of my nervousness or because it actually does. I wrap myself in a blanket and try not to think about something bad happening to him, or just not to return home. I'm exhausted; It has been a long and harrowing day, and at last, it seems that the dream wants to take over me. But I do not quite get it and I wake up startled. I'll call him again
- Christian, where are you? Go back home
In that, a noise, as if something fell to the ground, startles me and I run to the place where it comes from. It is Christian who has stumbled upon the vase at the entrance. Drunk arrives, but he's fine; at least he is already at home #FiftyShadesFreed
Autoría del relato: 1996rosafermu. Basado en la trilogía de E.L. James, Cincuenta Sombras de Grey
Ilustraciones Capturas de reed
Editado en : Fifty Forever Official Facebook Group, el 23 de Julio ded 2018
DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS
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