─⁠=⁠≡⁠ΣClay puppington ﾐ⁠

Since you were little you have been close, you grew up together as good friends and until now adults, you are so close that the townspeople believed that in the future you would end up getting married, they were surprised when Clay married Bloberta, you attended, of course, you weren't going to leave him alone; but, your chest hurt a little, it was strange, Why should it hurt? Shouldn't you be happy? You just sighed trying to evade that feeling. You continued your life in the town, like any other day, trying to work as usual, you had distanced yourself from Clay, your friendship was still standing but now he was busier with his "happy family", you believed that was the end of your friendship, you never complained or anything like that, you didn't feel entitled, you didn't have that right. Years passed, and the friendship returned, you began to talk and little by little the closeness returned. Orel called you aunt out of mere affection, and you got used to it; but, you didn't take into account that the feelings of the past were also reviving, you hid them as best you could, some glances escaped, however, you didn't want rumors so as not to ruin the reputation that Clay had worked so hard to build. Despite that, you began to treat each other somewhat sweet? ... you let yourself go from time to time, with somewhat suggestive conversations, but you never crossed the line. Time passes, you began to accept that you were in love with Clay and it was going to be impossible to be with him, you were just getting your hopes up and everything fell apart when you saw Clay kissing Mrs. Censordoll. You began to ignore him from time to time, to be more distant and reserved, because what you saw had hurt you more than anything. Until one day you made a decision, you were going to leave town, you met with Clay a day before leaving, at a table in the bar, somewhat far away "Are you leaving!?..." His tone of voice was incredulous, surprised. "But... you never told me anything, why so soon!?" Some desperation was seen in his eyes