S&S Monthly Invitational: February | Love frames everything [ENG/ESP]

This is the story of Aurora, who lived a dream that was broken by social precepts, by honor, by respect, you be the judge dear reader.

It was the year 1995 of the last century, she was only 12 years old, her parents, looking for a better future for their little girl, decided to put her in a school. She was very enthusiastic and happy and wanted to study and progress, but she did not imagine how difficult that battle would be. The day her father left her at the boarding school she began to feel the loneliness impregnated in her cells, she had never been separated from them or her siblings.

That first night was eternal: crying flooded her, she knew loneliness, she felt abandoned and she spent almost two months like that, but little by little she adapted to the rhythm of the boarding school and made friends with the other girls and classmates. Aurora had always been a dreamer and cultivated a movie-style romance with an older man.

One night, in her fourth year of high school, when she was starting her 15th year, the girls began to talk about their dating experiences; she was reluctant to talk because she didn't know what to say, since she hadn't had a boyfriend yet, so she left. This motivated her classmates to laugh at her and tell her: "you look like a tomato". Because in truth, her little face was a blush.

One day, when she was at the bus stop that would take her home to enjoy a weekend away from the boarding school, a man approached her, told her that his name was Emiliano and asked her if by any chance the route that would take him to an address, which was indicated on a piece of paper, was passing by; she smiled at him and he smiled too. From that moment on, Emiliano and Aurora did not stop talking, both let several transports pass by. She had fallen in love with an older man: he was the man of her dreams.

He was also captivated by the sympathy and beauty of that young woman who had no malice whatsoever. He asked her where he could find her to talk to her; Aurora, excited, gave him the name of her school and he, smiling, told her that he already knew where she studied because of her uniform. She laughed; they got on the bus, since they were going in the same direction, although she would get off first, while they arrived at their destination they talked and questioned each other.

Aurora arrived at her destination and Emiliano with his cunning of an experienced man, when she said goodbye stole a kiss.

Her first reaction was to get off running; she did not look back, she never imagined that her first kiss would come with that impetus that left her cold. As she walked home she felt that strange sensation in her stomach, also an emotion that overflowed her and made her laugh.

She spent the whole weekend remembering that furtive kiss, shameless and thief of her innocence, she did not know how to define it, but her soul flew like a butterfly in a meadow. Her mother noticed it and told her on more than one occasion: "You are in love, Aurora", she simply avoided that true statement; she felt she was living a dream. On Monday, as she went out to the bus stop to wait for transportation, she saw Emiliano waiting for her in the distance with a huge smile: her legs began to weaken, her cheeks lit up and her heart accelerated at a thousand miles per hour.

She sighed and kept walking, as she did so she thought: what she should say or how she should act. That gentleman had stolen a kiss from her and for her it was a delicious crime, but a crime. As she got closer she frowned.
“Good morning", he said seriously.
“Hello, good morning, Aurora, how are you?”
“Fine, although annoyed by her audacity”.
“I'm sorry, my child: it was unavoidable, I like you very much”.

She felt that her face was burning and inside she couldn't handle the emotion, but she had to make it clear that it wasn't so easy to steal a kiss and get away with it. Emiliano accompanied her and seduced her with words that with his age he handled as he pleased; Aurora felt on a cloud before the gallantry of the gentleman, until he took the transport, and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then left a letter in her hands. She went up and took a seat, the emotion did not let her reflect clearly, she put it in her bag; she wanted to read it in total tranquility.

Sighs and thoughts stole that man from her dreams; her classmates that day noticed her taciturn and asked her what was wrong, she told them: "nothing".

At the end of class, before entering the dining room, she took advantage of a moment of solitude and opened the letter from her love.

Dear Aurora:
Since I met you you live up to your name, in my days I don't stop thinking about you, I like you very much and I want you to be my girlfriend. On Friday I'll be waiting   for you at Plaza Bolivar, so we can talk. 

Always yours. 
Emiliano.

She kept the letter with an emotion that did not fit in her body; excited and happy, she counted the hours for her date with Emiliano to arrive soon.

When she left the boarding school, her classmates were waiting for her to accompany her to the bus stop, but she refused, saying that her father would go for her. Seeing herself alone, she went to the square and there was her man waiting for her with a rose in his hand, since that day they lived an intense and deep romance. He was in charge of teaching her to kiss; he induced her to that world of love, she only let herself go because she was living the dream she longed for. Her love was so great that on free afternoons she would run away from school with the support of her friends to meet Emiliano.

However, her classmates warned her that she was older. "35 years old for you, only 15, is a lot", they told her, but she didn't care about that.

One Friday when she was leaving, Aurora's father was waiting for her and was talking to a woman, he approached her. She looked at her with an angry face, hugged her father and he asked her directly.

“Is it true that you are the girlfriend of this lady's husband?”

“Yes, daddy", she answered without hesitation, although the lady was unknown to him, but he knew of her existence.

“Didn't you know that this gentleman is married?”

Although he could have denied because he knew the truth; he did not, he was brave enough to face the guilt. Crying, she climbed into the van, knowing she would never see her love again.

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El amor lo enmarca todo

Esta es la historia de Aurora, quién vivió un sueño que fue roto por preceptos sociales, por honor, por respeto, juzgue usted querido lector.

Corría el año de 1995 del pasado siglo, contaba ella con tan solo 12 años, sus padres buscando un mejor futuro para su pequeña, decidieron internarla en un colegio. Ella muy entusiasmada y feliz quería estudiar y progresar, pero no imaginó lo difícil que sería aquella batalla. El día que su padre la dejó en el internado comenzó a sentir la soledad impregnada en sus células, nunca se había separado de ellos ni de sus hermanos.

Esa primera noche fue eterna: el llanto la inundó, conoció la soledad, se sentía abandonada y así pasó casi dos meses, pero poco a poco se fue adaptando al ritmo del internado y haciendo amistad con las demás chicas y compañeras de clase. Aurora siempre había sido soñadora y cultivaba un romance estilo película con un señor mayor.

Cierta noche, ya en cuarto año de bachillerato, cuando iniciaba sus 15. Las chicas se pusieron a contar experiencias de sus noviazgos; ella reticente a la conversación por no saber qué decir, pues aún no había tenido novio, se marchó. Eso motivaba a sus compañeras para reírse de ella y le decirle: "te pones como tomate". Porque en verdad, su carita era un rubor.

Cierto día, cuando estaba en la parada del transporte que la llevaría a su casa a disfrutar de un fin de semana fuera del internado; un señor se le acercó, le dice que su nombre es Emiliano y le preguntó que si por casualidad en esa parte pasaba la ruta que lo llevaría a una dirección, que tenía indicada en un trozo de papel; ella le sonríe y él también. Desde ese instante Emiliano y Aurora no dejaban de hablar, ambos dejaron pasar varios transportes. Ella había quedado flechada por un señor mayor: era el hombre de sus sueños.

Él también quedó cautivado con la simpatía y belleza de aquella jovencita que no tenía malicia de nada. Le preguntó que dónde la podía buscar para hablar con ella; Aurora emocionada le da el nombre de su colegio y él sonriendo le dice que ya sabía donde estudiaba por su uniforme. Ella reía; ellos suben al colectivo, ya que iban por el mismo camino, aunque ella se bajaba primero, mientras llegaban a su destino hablaban y se indagándose mutuamente.

Aurora Llegó a su destino y Emiliano con su astucia de hombre experimentado, cuando ella se despide le robaba un beso.

La primera reacción de ella fue bajarse corriendo; no miró hacia atrás, jamás imaginó que su primer beso llegaría con aquel ímpetu que la dejó fría. Mientras caminaba a su casa sentía esa extraña sensación en el estómago, también una emoción que la desbordaba y la hacía ir riendo. Pasó todo el fin de semana recordando aquel beso furtivo, descarado y ladrón de su inocencia, no sabía cómo definirlo, pero su alma volaba cual mariposa en una pradera. La madre se dio cuenta y le dijo en más de una ocasión:

—Tú cómo que estás enamorada, Aurora. —Ella simplemente evadía aquella afirmación tan verdadera; sentía que vivía un sueño.

El día lunes al salir a la parada para esperar el transporte, a lo lejos ve a Emiliano esperándola con una sonrisa enorme: sus piernas comenzaron a flaquear, sus mejillas se encendieron y su corazón se aceleró a mil millas por hora.

Suspiró y siguió caminando, mientras lo hacía pensaba: qué debía decir o cómo debía actuar. Aquel señor le había robado un beso y para ella era un delito delicioso, pero delito. Al estar cerca frunció el ceño.

—Buenos días —dijo con seriedad.

—Hola, buenos días, Aurora ¿Cómo estás?

—Bien, aunque molesta por su atrevimiento.

—Perdón, mi niña, es que fue inevitable: me gustas muchísimo.

Sentía que su cara le ardía y por dentro no podía con la emoción, pero debía dejar en claro que no era tan sencillo robarle un beso y salir inmune. Emiliano la acompañó y la seducía con palabras que con su edad manejaba a su antojo; Aurora se sentía en una nube ante la galantería del caballero, hasta que tomó el transporte, y le dio un beso en la mejilla, luego le dejó una carta en sus manos. Ella subió y tomó asiento, la emoción no la dejaba reflexionar con claridad, la guardó en su bolso; la quería leer en total tranquilidad.

Suspiros y pensamientos le robaba aquel señor de sus sueños; sus compañeras de clase ese día la notaron taciturna y le preguntaron qué le pasaba.

—Nada —ella les decía.

Al terminar las clases antes de entrar al comedor aprovechó un momento de soledad y abrió la carta de su amor.

Querida Aurora:
Desde que te conocí le haces honor a tu nombre, en mis días no dejo de pensarte,  me gustas mucho y quiero que seas mi novia. El viernes te espero en la plaza Bolívar,    para que hablemos. 

Quien te ama.
Emiliano.

Guardó la carta con una emoción que no le cabía en el cuerpo, emocionada y feliz, contaba las horas para que llegara pronto su salida.

Al salir del internado sus compañeras; la esperaban para acompañarla a la parada de autobús, ella se negó diciendo que su padre iría por ella. Viéndose sola se dirige hacia la plaza y allí estaba su señor esperándola con una rosa en la mano, desde ese día vivieron un romance intenso y profundo. Él se encargó de enseñarla a besar; la indujo a ese mundo del amor, ella solo se dejaba llevar porque vivía el sueño anhelado. Era tanto su amor que en tardes libres se fugaba del colegio con el apoyo de sus amigas, para verse con Emiliano.

No obstante, sus compañeras le advertían que era mayor.

—35 años para ti de solo 15, es mucho —le decían, pero eso a ella no le importaba.

Cierto viernes al salir; el padre de Aurora la esperaba y hablaba con una mujer, se acercó. Ella la miraba con cara de enojo, abrazó a su papá y este le pregunta en forma directa.

—¿Es cierto, que tú eres la novia del esposo de esta señora?

—Sí, papá —le respondió sin ambages, aunque la señora le era desconocida, pero sabía de su existencia.

—¿Acaso no sabías que ese señor es casado?

Aunque pudo negar porque sabía la verdad; no lo hizo, era lo suficientemente valiente para afrontar la culpa. Llorando se subió a la camioneta, sabiendo que nunca más vería a su amor.