You made me whole again.

Y así, poquito a poquito, me voy abriendo otra vez.

Poquito a poquito va sanando. 

Y voy recordando como era sentir.

Si te hubiese conocido antes, podría haberte evitado todo ese dolor. Porque una persona tan especial como vos no merecía tanto dolor.

She was hurt.
She was tired.
She was empty.

She couldn't feel a thing.

You can't tell me to heal.

She couldn't move forward. She couldn't look back.
She was stuck in the same old nightmare.

Tell it yourself, say it's just a nightmare.

She didn't see. She didn't hear. She didn't talk.
For what? No one cared about it, anyway. She was always alone.

Always.



But suddenly.

Suddenly, someone cared. 
Suddenly, someone was there.

.. But she was still afraid.

She was afraid of losing, of being lied to, of being hurt, of crying.

She heard so many promises, she believed so many times..
But it always ended the same.

So, she was afraid.

She was afraid, but she wanted him to try. She wanted him to get near.

She wanted him to save her, even if she couldn't let him in.


Something started moving inside her.


Maybe some people keep promises.
Maybe some people don't lie.
Maybe.. farytales do exist.

- Don't! - She yelled - Don't you dare pronounce that name in front of me! I don't want to see him. Never.
- But, why? - He ask.
- Because - She replied - He reminds me of reality..

 And I hate reality.