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jueves, 12 de abril de 2012

"I don't want to be your friend"

Good evening again, my dear followers. Hace un mes que subí el "último" capítulo de FFR y hoy se me ha ocurrido, como ya dije que haría, traeros un relato independiente de la historia, en este caso escrito en inglés. Se trata de una hipotética situación entre Armand y Iuta y lo que será su tormentosa relación. Espero que os guste y (sobre todo) que entendáis el texto. ¡Un besito y gracias de nuevo por estar ahí! :)

He had stridden away without saying a word. Should I have held my tongue? Memories of the days gone by suddenly came to my mind. We have been playing with fire, especially me, acting like fools without thinking of the consequences. I was very confused, I had been since he came into my life, and his childish behaviour wasn’t helping me to make up my mind.

“I’m a person, you know? You don't have the right to treat me like shit!”

I lit a cigarette and took a seat at his kitchen table. Having a key to his house wasn’t fair since he hasn’t one to mine, and, of course, breaking into his house without permission was definitively blameworthy, but I couldn’t help myself. We needed to clear the situation, and waiting for him to come back home seemed to me the best way to achieve my goal.

But what was I gonna say to him? We had had sex a couple of times and it was great, but I wasn’t sure whether I had feelings for him or not. After all, he was a man and I was a lesbian. I liked to spend my free time with him once in a while, especially in bed, but did that mean that I liked him? He was nothing more than a French posh, a lawyer to whom my brother and his friend had directed all their anger, a mannered gentleman who had treated me like the Lady I’ve never been since the first time we met. The truth is that I didn’t deserve a person like him. Moreover, I’ve never asked for a person like him.

I heard the key in the door and a moment later the penetrating scent of the cigar led him to the kitchen. My heart started to beat at full speed. Would Armand kick me out of his house or would he show me some mercy?

“What are you doing here, Iuta?”, he inquired, irritation taking control of his voice. “By the way, I want my key back”.

He took out his coat and left it on the table without looking at me. I swallowed hard. This wasn’t gonna be easy at all.

“I don’t want things to end up like this”.

Alors tu m’aimes?”, he asked ironically. I hated when he talked to me in French ‘cause I didn’t understand shit. He knew it and that seemed to amuse him.

“It would be very kind of you to talk to me in a language I could understand, you know? My mother tongue is German, but I try to…”

“You have forgotten the German language, my Lady”, he interrupted me, emphasizing with disdain the word “Lady”. “That’s why you don’t use it anymore”.

“I was seven when my parents brought me here. Since then, I have always spoken English. Even with my family…”

“I don’t give a fuck about your linguistic problems, you know”, he interrupted me again, agitation growing stronger inside him. “The only thing I really care about right now is that I want you to get the fuck out of my house”, he added, shouting at me with all the insane fury he was capable of.

“I don’t want to lose you as a friend, Armand”, I replied, with weak voice, tears filling up my eyes.

A long silence between us followed those words. Armand’s eyes were fixed on mine, devouring with them my flesh and soul, making me feel as a vulgar peace of cake. I wanted to yell at him, I wanted to cry, I wanted to run away from him… But above all, I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck, with a desperate need.

“I don’t want to be your friend, Iuta”, he finally said, this time in a faked quite tone. I could tell he was trying to control himself, his French chivalry reminded him that I was a Lady and therefore he had to show me his respect.

I nodded once, feeling my heart breaking into small pieces.

“Very well. Then, farewell, monsieur”.

He didn’t answer. I didn’t care. I turned towards the door, Armand’s last words resonating in my mind with all their intensity: “I don’t want to be your friend, Iuta”.

9 comentarios:

  1. Esta vez lo he leido todo entero sin hacer trampas,mi ingles es bastante malo asi que no he enetendido muchas cosas pero creo haber pillado la esencia del relato.
    Algo cruel decirle a Iuta eso despues de lo que han pasado pero en fin.

    me alegra que sigas subiendo relatos ^^ como te va rescribienfo la historia?


    1. ¡Gracias por leer! No es que Armand sea cruel (no demasiado, al menos) el problema es que él no quiere a Iuta como amiga, sino como algo más... Mucho más, pero ella no puede responder a sus sentimientos porque es lesbi. Lo quiere como amigo, se siente bien con él... Pero nada más.

      Con la historia de momento he reescrito la introducción, he eliminado algunos personajes de la trama y estoy perfilando la historia de los personajes importantes, así como remarcando, y en otros casos suavizando, algunos aspectos de su personalidad. Espero no desviarme de la trama central esta vez :)

  2. Vale viendo que mi traducción al parecer es buena creo que he captado el mensaje. El Lanister sigue en su línea right? Son dos personajes de tormentoso pasado, ella ya ha pasado bastante y él no quiere involucrarse en una relación ni siquiera de sincera amistad.

  3. ¡Noooooo! Te puse un megacomentario (en inglés y todo) y se me ha borrado. T.T
    En resumidas cuentas,
    I liked it very much. I've missed FFR a lot, so it's great to have something new in the story - altough it's not real. Poor Iuta, her life is terrible. And, it doesn't matter how cruel Armand is, I still love him. XD
    By the way, I thought Iuta didn't smoke. (?)
    Bueno, que me ha encantado. :)
    I think I made some English mistakes. Sorry!

    1. Fucking blogger!! jajaja. Armand is not cruel, as I said before, he loves Iuta and wants to be his boyfriend, but she can't feel the same for him since she's lesbian. She loves him, but as a friend and doesn't want to lose him, 'cause he has been always very kind to her. Iuta didn't smoke before but now (that I'm correcting the story) she will, in order to relax and forget about all her problems. I'm glad you liked, my sweet damisela. ¡Un beso!

  4. Ay..¡no se ni qué comentar! No se si decirte que cuando comencé a leer, pensé que iba a haber un momento "romaticón" y hala con lo que me he chocado.
    I really like this couple, but Iuta makes everything difficult! I love Armand, do you know it? ;)
    Everytime I read something in English that you have written, like this, I realized that I cand understand it!
    Vamos, que yo no pensaba que era buena en inglés :O jaja
    Mother fucker, I really want to read your story again! :'( I've missed it a lot!

    So, I hope everything is okay with you and with your story, my darling ;)
    Y espero que te haya gustado mi "espaninglis" ;)

  5. Lo siento, lo he intentado, pero no entiendo nada. Tendría que hacer trampas y no me parece apropiado. Me da pena que mi ingles no sea tan avanzado como el vuestro. Un besazo, espero saber que ocurrió en este relato.

  6. ¡Hola, Athenea!
    Por fin tengo un hueco y he podido leer tu relato.
    Yo también me esperaba una encena románticona-rosita y me ha sorprendido gratamente que fuera algo distinto.
    Armand me sigue dando asco y me alegra (no sabes cuánto) que Iuta le haya dado calabazas, jajajaja.
    Iuta me da penita. Pobreta. Pero él tendría que asumir que para ella es sólo un buen amigo.

    Desde luego, ha habido palabras que no he entendido, pero las he buscado en el diccionario (que para eso está) y ya me han quedado claras.
    Espero volver a leer algo tuyo prontito, Athenea.

  7. Bueno, mi inglés me ha fallado a ratos XDd lo siento, pero creo que he pillado lo esencial. Me da a mi que Armand no va a poder mantener ningún tipo de relación con ella. Creo que le sería imposible verla sin necesitar más de ella.
    Me encanta el giro que ha dado de parecer que iba todo súper bien a de pronto que cambiara drásticamente XDD Siento mucho el retraso, últimamente no estoy en tuenti y me entero bien poco de las actualizaciones por ahí. Mea culpa XDD

    Un besote y que aunque tarde en comentar lop haré siempre. Because i love your history XDD (Creo que lo he dicho bien XDD)