Sabemos que no debió pasar


Empezó con una llamada. 
Lloraste y yo también. 
Había empezado antes, mucho antes. 
Pero yo siempre te dije que esto no iba a pasar. 

Salí a buscarte, no recuerdo más que los latidos fuertes de mi corazón y la sensación en mi estómago. 
Tenía miedo de lo que podría encontrar. 

Ese día las nubes tenían un aspecto particular, pero eso no importaba. 

A lo lejos pude verte, eras casi una figura fantasmal. 
Parecías tan frágil. 
Yo no supe qué decir y atiné a abrazarte. 
Coordinamos algo y yo solo me repetía: esto no debió pasar. 

Manejé otra vez, no recuerdo la música, pero las lágrimas iban y venían. 
Llegué y tú también. Subimos por el ascensor. 
Tu cara, tu expresión, todo era distinto. 

Entramos y te acompañé. Recuerdo que cogí tus manos y pensé por última vez que esto no debió pasar. Lo siento, te dije, y te abracé. 

Hablaste de él, de lo último, del fin. 

Y temblaste, pero aún así te paraste firme. Te miraba desde lejos y contuve el llanto más de una vez. 

Cuando hablamos de esto...sabemos que no debió pasar.

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