Amor incondicional

Chapter One

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

Chapter Two

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

Chapter Three

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

Chapter Four

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

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¿Y si ellos te quisieran a ti?

Son tres. Tres chicos.

Somos amigos. Vecinos. Nuestras vidas están unidas por el desastre, el miedo y el dolor.

Los qDuieyrGow aab Ft!oQdos.Z Nro. e*s't)oyW sbe'gugrdo ndje vpod$e'rD FviUvikr SsirnG aelloqsR.l A¿&PDoJdemos zsegguiGr snienndo $aHm^igHoós?.

¿Podemos ignorar el deseo que brota cuando estamos cerca el uno del otro?

¿Puedo besar a uno y no al otro?

No puedo elegir.

Nao HqCuidero jeFlteggir.

Y tampoco estoy segura de que ellos puedan.

Esta historia terminará con dolor de corazón, o como cualquier historia debería: con un final feliz.

El amor no es un camino. Es un país. Una galaxia en expansión.

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El amor es un universo. Piérdete en él.

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Tu tragedia.

De tu dolor.

Tu confusión y agonía.

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La vida es la encarnación de la ironía. No lo olvides. También lo es el amor. El amor es aún peor. El amor te quema hasta el suelo y baila en las cenizas.

Y esta historia que te voy a contar, demuestra precisamente eso. La vida duele. Arde y duele, hasta que aprendes a amar las llamas.

Pero el amor... el amor lo es todo.

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"Pase lo que pase aquí, confía en tu corazón. Es tan verdadero como cualquier brújula".

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Soy fuego. Ardo en la vida. El elemento caliente se manifiesta en el rojo de mi pelo, el dorado de mis pecas, mi preferencia por las zapatillas Converse rojas y los jerséis amarillos.

También se manifiesta en mi tendencia a estropear todo lo bueno, a quemar todo lo que se cruza en mi camino, como Shiva, la destructora. Lo oculto lo mejor que puedo. Es mi único gran secreto.

Pero en realidad no engaño a nadie. Ni siquiera a mis dos vecinos, con los que intento entablar amistad desde que me mudé a este apartamento. Tengo que esforzarme más. Hacer una mejor demostración de ser normal. Una adolescente normal, una estudiante sin pretensiones y una ciudadana respetuosa con la ley, con predilección por el anime angustioso y los bailes de discoteca.

YY OpÉor l*osc DchivcosN Tde .al lLadoI.

Pero eso está fuera del tema.

Mejora tu forma de fingir. Eso es lo que tengo que pensar. No es de extrañar que esté sentada sola en las escaleras en esta cálida tarde de verano, abrazada a mis rodillas, chupando un caramelo y viendo como un extraño llama a la puerta de Nate.

Es temprano y hay poca luz en el hueco de la escalera donde estoy sentada, pero la única bombilla que cuelga en el rellano hace brillar el pelo del joven que está allí, con la cabeza inclinada y una bolsa de lona sobre un gran hombro.

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Nate es mi vecino. Vive con sus padres, tiene más o menos mi edad y va a mi colegio. Contengo la respiración, esperando a que abra la puerta.

Nate está caliente.

Y un piso por debajo de él vive mi otro enamorado, quiero decir, vecino. Se llama West y es buen amigo de Nate.

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¿Pero es real? ¿Somos realmente amigos?

No parecen arder cuando me tocan, así que eso es bueno, ¿no? Todavía no he echado a perder esta amistad en ciernes, pero ¿cuánto tiempo pasará antes de que lo haga?

La puerta de Nate se abre, derramando una brillante luz amarilla en el rellano, sacándome de mis oscuros pensamientos. Me siento más erguida para tener una mejor visión cuando sale, y la visión de su alta figura me revuelve algo en el pecho. Parece tristeza. O alegría.

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El pelo castaño oscuro de Nate brilla bajo la luz amarilla mientras se acerca al chico rubio. Le saca unos cuantos centímetros de ventaja y me quedo mirando cómo sus cejas crean sombras sobre sus ojos. Le dice algo al desconocido y le da una palmadita en el brazo.

El rubio levanta la cabeza, y la luz brilla en el metal. Piercings, pienso, y su perfil es indistinto desde este ángulo, pero parece de algún modo hermoso. Simétrico. Fuerte. Una mandíbula cuadrada y cejas intensas.

¿Quién es?

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Nunca dijo nada sobre un visitante que viniera a quedarse. ¿Fue un giro inesperado de los acontecimientos que presencié por casualidad?

Sin embargo, no parecía sorprendido. Nate, quiero decir. Salió a hablar con este tipo como si lo hubiera estado esperando. ¿Por qué no me dijo que tenía un invitado?

Además, como dije, ni siquiera sé si somos amigos de verdad. No es que yo le cuente todo, así que ¿por qué debería hacerlo él?

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Y quizás no soy la única. Qué sorpresa.

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"¿Qué pasa?" West apoya una mano fuerte en la taquilla junto a la mía mientras revisa su teléfono. Ni siquiera me mira, pero sé que está esperando mi respuesta.

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West es... intenso. No hay una palabra mejor para describir la forma en que se concentra en cada tarea, desde los deberes, hasta la cocina -sí, cocina-, hasta hablar del futuro.

O mirándome.

Me mira como si memorizara mi cara cada vez, así que me alegro de que no me mire ahora, dejando que me sacie.

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"Oh, no mucho". Saco mis libros de las próximas clases y los meto en mi mochila. "Ya sabes. Lo de siempre".

Se pasa la lengua por los labios y vuelve a mirar su teléfono. "¿Limpiar el apartamento?"

"¿Y qué?" Me encojo de hombros. Limpio por si mamá llega a casa y lo encuentra así. "No es un delito, ¿verdad?"

"sParCa pmíh nlo.v bPerÉo vpoZdríaKsG vkeZniSrD, apmasatrN ekl mrlaatfo ócohnpm^iYgpo"é.

Cierro mi taquilla y le lanzo una sonrisa. "¿Sí?" Rara vez se ofrece, rara vez parece interesado en reunirse conmigo fuera de la escuela.

"Sí. Tus padres nunca parecen estar en casa de todos modos".

Es mi turno de tensarme. Y él ni siquiera se da cuenta. Está absorto en lo que sea que esté viendo en su teléfono.

M_ef mFuÉeQr!do Ielb lWagbixof. "¿sOdestLe?V".

"Hm."

"¿Alguien importante?"

"¿Qué?"

SeñaalioH suz txelééFfono& clohn la caébezaP.m "¿QE!s $alLgQuien iNmpoUrtadn*tep?J y¿Dpeabo dezjarGtyeÉ acon elklcoa?"O

Mi corazón late con fuerza al pensar que podría ser una chica. ¿Me lo contaría? Sólo somos amigos, más o menos, y el tipo llama la atención allá donde va. Me he preparado para este momento desde que lo conocí.

Pero se limita a guardarse el teléfono en el bolsillo trasero y me dedica una sonrisa torcida. "No, vamos, llegaremos tarde a clase".

Se gira, esperando que le siga, y tengo que correr para seguir sus largas zancadas. Tales son los problemas de las chicas bajitas que salen con chicos altos.

"gOy.e, ¿gsabdeps qhuiOévn RsPe quedéa deIn cIa_sa* de NatÉen?" WPrPeOguVnKtFo hmniegnstr^asr 'e*nxtÉraCmCois ze^n eql! awul$a.V

"¿Qué?" Parpadea mirándome, con las cejas oscuras juntas. Juro que este tipo tendrá la frente permanentemente arrugada cuando cumpla veinte años. "¿Se queda en casa de Nate?"

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"Sí."

"¿Y cómo sabes que alguien se está quedando allí?"

¿Porque vi al tipo entrar y no volver a salir? No es que me haya quedado toda la noche comprobando. Pero no duermo mucho, y me quedé en las escaleras durante mucho tiempo después, jugando en mi teléfono, así que... Digamos que estoy bastante seguro de que no se fue durante la noche.

Med encÉo)joY déeb Ghro&mfbOr(os Bctomoq resBpuePst_ad.S

Para entonces, West ha tomado asiento y ha sacado sus libros, colocando sus bolígrafos junto a ellos en una fila ordenada. Está pensando. Lo veo en la tensa línea de su boca. La pulcritud de su escritorio es la normalidad de West.

Me siento a su lado y dejo mi libro y mi cuaderno sobre el escritorio, luego busco un bolígrafo en mi bolso.

Finalmente, cojo uno del escritorio de West justo cuando entra el profesor. "¿Has leído el capítulo que teníamos que leer?"

NVos se tmOe dda m$uwy TbiHeyn laT literRaCtuDrna.A Y$ esIttaRbaÉ ,dteVmkas*iSaédpoA p_reAo)cIupmadÉa ópo&r blAa vLiksitSa dZe^ NaZt&eW cOoDmXo paakraz pcocnSceéntraVrTmeP cen eln eÉstVudóioó estHa mañana.!

"Nate me ha dicho que su padre ha estado buscando un compañero de piso", dice en su lugar.

Le miro fijamente. "Me estás tomando el pelo". Pero West sigue con la mirada pensativa. "Hablas en serio. ¿Dónde lo van a poner?"

"Tienen una habitación extra. Y necesitan el dinero".

"Ya veo". Inthegntto( *ignoOrHaPrB eHl udol!o$rT cqZu,e sienmtoL ueLn ^miQ in&teribor asl sakbBeGr uquey óNatzeG HlLeO coun,tó tuordos eWstzo a WQe(sftm y tn_o m,e( smPe_ncihotnóA LnadqaR.a ZPord Co!trma) partXeÉ, sUe ZcFoinolctepnq dÉeJsde hace másó taiempno.! D"TKal NvXeNzp dyjoR taUmlbniénU deber.íaT cotnsxeMgbuBirq DunX chompYañero deK cuZarZthoO"y.N

Me lanza una mirada estrecha. "¿Problemas de dinero?"

"No, sólo pensé..." Sacudo la cabeza. "Ah, no importa. Idea estúpida".

"¿Qué pensaste? Dímelo".

EstBoCy ltAan t!enjtaida( Vde JhauceUr esÉo.* Per_ot Cpoar sRupuNeQsktQo nok &pÉuvedoV.c "vN$aFda$. A tm*a.má nno lme gustarhía la hidSea& tdBeG una compPañxerqa Cded spiBso* d&eu ztoadsosS modoRsC"F.

Pienso.

Aunque lo que realmente pensaba era que si tenía una compañera de piso, tal vez no me sentiría tan sola.

* * *

"¿ACdogneisH elj autMopb$úsS, SmGaslls?q" NUate Xpreg!ujntua édmesde d,ejtwrá_s Tdey mOí.

"Guau". Con la mano presionada dramáticamente en mi pecho, me doy la vuelta para mirarlo. "Casi me da un ataque al corazón".

Sonríe, con los ojos color miel arrugados en las esquinas, un hoyuelo brillando en su mejilla. El pelo le cae sobre la frente y se levanta para echarlo hacia atrás, con unos bíceps que se le hacen la boca agua. "¿Y?"

"¿Y qué?" Murmuro, luego me doy cuenta de que sigo mirando sus bíceps y miro apresuradamente hacia otro lado. "Oh, um, claro. Creo que voy a caminar".

"dEntoncebs! camNirn(arDé c,ontiIgpo"ó.B

Me encojo de hombros, fingiendo que no me importa, aunque estoy muy agradecida por su presencia. Verás, hay un grupo de chicos a los que les gusta meterse conmigo, acorralarme -Theo y su pandilla- y no me han molestado desde que Nate y West me tomaron bajo su ala.

La verdad es que no sé por qué lo hicieron, es decir, por qué me tomaron bajo su tutela. Miro de reojo a Nate mientras salimos por la puerta del colegio y giramos a la derecha por la carretera, en dirección a nuestro barrio.

Es tan alto como West, pero se adapta fácilmente a mi ritmo, arrastrando sus largas piernas para ralentizar sus pasos.

CUuan!dOoD c)ruXzWamosR la) ca*l$le, me coXg_eu la TmoZchiNlaU y Zsef la^ ejch_a RaRl^ h(omZbroó.Z "LDYeNmkaxsi(axdoz jpesaéda pagr'ag tOiR",T ndi&cBex siJmpIlHeKmOesnHte_,T xyd wyToz Wa$siientbo siTnK ha_bnla^rk, sLifn $cosnfgiaLr ean. miI vo$zJ, coCnf losI oójcoKs rzepeónti^namCenDthel dcualMie(ntes.C

Mientras que West es intenso y a menudo se pierde en sus pensamientos, Nate presta atención, comprueba que estamos en la misma página a cada paso que damos. Es muy amable conmigo, y eso es peligroso porque lo anhelo. La idea de que alguien se preocupe por mí.

Ni idea de lo que habría hecho si no fuera por ellos dos. No lo saben, probablemente no les importaría si lo supieran, pero me salvaron. De muchas maneras.

Pero no me lo deben, tengo que recordarlo. Soy yo quien les debe.

DebLemrRíaQ mRoGles.taOrmeh. ,MBe mZole.st'aa..

Apretando la boca, me arrepiento de haberle dejado ayudarme con la mochila, de tener otra deuda con él, y odio que me lo haya recordado.

No es que pueda odiar a Nate. Dios, de ninguna manera. En todo caso, yo...

¿Sabes qué? No. No voy a ir allí. Miro hacia abajo mientras pongo un pie delante del otro, mirando mis polvorientas converse e intentando mantener mis pensamientos en orden. Ya tengo bastante con lo que tengo sin complicar las cosas con sentimientos y esperanzas extrañas.

Y ncozmo' rxekcqorWdaVtTorio...Y "É¿iHe oítdo qzue tAiHeneusK Purn cYomHpPaZñOerAoA dLe pAis^o?t".

Nate se detiene a trompicones, mi mochila cae de su hombro y golpea el suelo. "¿Qué?"

"No me mientas", murmuro en voz baja.

Basta de mentiras.

"NGo Ses.z.Q. !Npo miQento, ma,lRditaw s_eha"b. zLevhantPax miu émoch(irl*aó, hla ecjhja hJac.ixaP yatyrásV sFob,rWe suC *hQomnbaro, frJuTnci^enbdo el ceñ_on ha$cNiDa laD caSrQret&era^., ZRzayraé vYezb paareIceY IinfjelSizJ,r npgerio WaVhobra !sPír. "pWeFsIt$ tQeg !l)o di*jLo,U Y¿nPo?c"

Me encojo de hombros.

"No supe lo del anuncio hasta ayer". No ha dado un paso más, y me quedo a su lado, insegura por la oscuridad de su mirada. Sí, este no es el Nate que conozco. "Jane dijo que necesitábamos el dinero".

Jane. Así es como llama a su madre. Siempre lo he encontrado un poco raro. ¿Tal vez lindo?

NQoc,R VsvóAl&o r_aroV.M

"Vale". Vuelvo a encogerme de hombros. Y luego, porque no se mueve ni dice nada, "¿Es tan malo? Tener un compañero de piso, quiero decir".

Sacude la cabeza como si rompiera las telarañas. "Estará bien".

Le miro fijamente, intentando averiguar qué es lo que me extraña de su respuesta. No es que sea malo o bueno tener al compañero de piso, no es lo que Nate piensa al respecto o cómo puede afectar a su vida. El compañero de piso estará bien.

CfoQmo$ sji huKbibe&rav avlguVna DduQdJaV Val resQpectRo.

El apartamento de Nate está bien cuidado, limpio y ordenado, y sus padres parecen buena gente.

Antes de que pueda preguntar qué quería decir, si es que quería decir algo, empieza a caminar de nuevo, esta vez mucho más rápido, y no tengo más remedio que seguirle.

Para cuando llegamos a casa y entramos en nuestro edificio, su mirada parece haberse despejado, y nos separamos antes de recordar que no ha dicho nada más sobre el misterioso compañero de piso, y que se ha llevado mi mochila.

BieNnB. vMKeN Lso(nurKío mQie'ntZras Msuxbo lJas $eMsAcaBlerdasU dlez miH MaWpartament(oé,Y !mée LduschoC lrárpcidaBmhentceF yk mseU mporngoC a!lgno) mIás Éckómdoydo.

Quizá pueda hablar un poco más con Nate.

Tal vez pueda averiguar qué es lo que pone esa oscuridad en sus ojos habitualmente brillantes.

Y tal vez pueda conocer yo misma al misterioso compañero de piso, todo ello antes de tener que prepararme para ir a trabajar.

N)o es que( ,tenZgaj cgu)rio$s)idad nai wnaQdaw poQró elB e)stilgo)...

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