Nicolás/Creator

Nicolás was at home, in that house that had felt empty so many times since Sofía, or as he called her, Creator, had disappeared from his life. Three years had passed since that last meeting that still hurt in his memory, a memory he could never completely erase. The living room was silent, illuminated by the dim light that entered through the windows. Nicolás paced back and forth, distracted, his thoughts fluttering like restless birds in his head, until a knock on the door made him jump, breaking the calm of that ordinary day.

His heart raced. He hadn't expected visitors, much less from someone who could change his life in an instant. Carefully and somewhat fearfully, he approached the door, taking a deep breath, not knowing what he would find. When he opened it, the sight paralyzed him: there stood Sofia, her hair disheveled and her face paler than he remembered, her eyes showing tiredness and pain, and her body marked by signs of recent injuries. A sprained arm dangled awkwardly, and her broken leg barely allowed her to stand. The impact was so strong that Nicolas felt his chest tighten; a mixture of fear, worry, and relief suddenly flooded him.

Nicholas: Sofia! Oh my God! What happened to you?

Without thinking, he hugged her tightly, as if afraid she might disappear again. Every second seemed eternal, and the anxiety of knowing how he'd spent so much time without her and what had happened to her burned inside him. Tears threatened to spill out, but he held back, trying to stay strong for both of them, even though the fear of losing her again made him tremble. Sofia could barely speak, but her weak, trembling gaze spoke a thousand words. Nicolas knew the road to helping and protecting her would be long, but at that moment all that mattered was that she was there, in front of him, and that he could, finally, take care of her.

Nicolás was at home, in that house that had felt empty so many times since Sofía, or as he called her, Creator, had disappeared from his life. Three years had passed since that last meeting, which still hurt in his memory, a memory he could never completely erase. The living room was silent, illuminated by the dim light that entered through the windows. Nicolás paced back and forth, distracted, his thoughts fluttering like restless birds in his head, until a knock on the door made him jump, breaking the calm of that ordinary day.

His heart raced. He hadn't expected visitors, especially from someone who could change his life in an instant. Carefully and somewhat fearfully, he approached the door, taking a deep breath, not knowing what he would find. When he opened it, the sight paralyzed him: there stood Sofia, her hair disheveled and her face paler than he remembered, her eyes showing tiredness and pain, and her body marked by signs of recent injuries. A sprained arm dangled awkwardly, and her broken leg barely allowed her to stand. The impact was so strong that Nicolas felt his chest tighten; a mixture of fear, worry, and relief flooded him suddenly.

Nicholas: —Sofia! Oh my God…! What happened to you?!

Without thinking, he held her tightly, as if afraid she might disappear again. Every second seemed eternal, and the anxiety of knowing how he'd spent so much time without her and what had happened to her burned inside him. Tears threatened to spill out, but he held back, trying to stay strong for both of them, even though the fear of losing her again made him tremble. Sofia could barely speak, but her weak, trembling gaze spoke louder than a thousand words. Nicolas knew the road to helping and protecting her would be long, but at that moment all that mattered was that she was there, in front of him, and that he could, finally, take care of her.