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“Adachi, please. The doctor says your vocal cords are fine. Just… talk to me. Insult me if you want, but don’t stay like this."
As his only response, Adachi fixed his eyes on a yellowish stain covering part of the opposite wall, without blinking.
“Are you going to keep going like this?” Desperate to see a glimpse of life in his body, he was trembling. “I'm risking my job to take care of the guy who… Damn it, look at me!”
Nothing. Adachi’s breathing remained superficially slow, peaceful in its apathy.
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"Adachi, por favor. El médico dice que tus cuerdas vocales están bien. Solo… Háblame, insúltame si quieres, pero no te quedes así.”
Como única respuesta, fijó los ojos en una mancha amarillenta que cubría parte de la pared opuesta, sin pestañear.
“¿Vas a seguir así?” Desesperado por ver un atisbo de vida en su cuerpo, estaba temblando. “Estoy arriesgando mi trabajo por cuidar al tipo que… ¡Maldita sea, mírame!”
Nada. La respiración de Adachi siguió siendo superficialmente lenta, pacífica en su apatía.
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“Chisato…” Dojima whispered. Adachi wished the earth would swallow him whole. “You look like her.”
“L-Like her!?”
He wasn't able to find any physical similarity... He assumed he referred to his constant presence in the house or the way he took care of the chores, which horrified him.
“I hate being alone.” He felt a gentle breeze heavy with alcohol hit his neck; the grip gave way just a little.
“You have your daughter.”
“It's not the same.”
“And you're drunk,” he added in a low voice. “Tomorrow you won't remember anything.”
“I hope so.”
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“Chisato…” susurró Dojima. Adachi deseó que la tierra lo tragara. “Te pareces.”
“¿¡A-A ella!?”
No fue capaz de encontrar ninguna similitud física… Supuso que se refería a su presencia constante en la casa o a la forma en que cuidaba de las tareas domésticas, lo cual le horrorizó.
“Odio estar solo” Sintió una suave brisa cargada de alcohol chocar contra su cuello, el agarre cedió apenas un poco.
“Tiene a su hija”
“No es lo mismo.”
“Y está borracho” añadió en voz baja “Mañana no va a recordar nada.”
“Eso espero”
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“This is delicious,” he said, visibly cheerful. “Try some.”
Adachi looked down at his plate. The warm steam hit his face, and for a second, he believed himself capable of being normal. He cut a small piece and brought it to his mouth, chewing the juicy morsel. They were waiting for his verdict with a patience he didn't deserve.
“What do you think?” Dojima asked.
Adachi nodded. “It’s… fine.”
But his hand wouldn't stop shaking. The utensil clinked against the plate with a sharp sound that caused an even greater shudder through his body. His throat burned, closing up.
“I’m sorry.” Seeing the man in front of him furrow his brow in confusion made shame bloom across the skin of his cheeks.
“Why?”
He brought his hand to his eyes, hiding his eyelids and the moisture that was gradually welling up from them. “I’m ruining this. I’m ruining it again.”
“Tohru…”