El taxi recorría las calles de Detroit cubietas de nieve. Hacía frio, muchísimo frio, seco, rotundo que traspasaba los huesos. El taxista daba conversación a la pareja que viajaba en su interior en dirección al cementerio. El buen hombre deseaba distraerlos, porque el lugar al que se dirigían era triste y amargo, máxime en un día como else, en que la nevada era sumamente copiosa.
La pareja se miraba uno al otro y estrechaban sus manos. No hablaban, ni siquiera se dedicaban una sonrisa. La emoción y la tristeza surcaba sus rostros. Al fin el taxista se detuvo ante una zona algo más apartada del resto de tumbas. No querían que les esperase, tenían que buscar un nombre y no sabían lo que tardarían. Tras una larga búsqueda, y sobre una especie de montículo, hallaron lo que buscaban: una placa en la que se leía un nombre y nada más. Sólo el nombre, sin apellidos, sin fechas, sin flores, sólo la tierra reseca y la nieve que la cubría..
La pareja se quedó quieta, mirando fijamente aquel lugar, pero fue el hombre quien se hincó de rodillas y rompió en sollozos amargos, que hicieron que la mujer que le acompañaba hiciera lo mismo. Ella reclinó la cabeza sobre su hombro y aguardó a que él se calmara. Tras un largo silencio, él comenzó a hablar.
-- Ana, Ana ...Siempre la he culpado de mi vida, la he despreciado, pero fue una víctima inocente que tomó un camino equivocado. Me quiso Ana. ELLA amó a su hijo, me amó y yo a cambio la detesté siempre
- Christian, Christian eras un niño. No sabías lo que pasaba y por qué llegó a ese extremo. Tienes que perdonarla y aprender a amarla, porque si, ella te quiso. Todas las madres aman a sus hijos, sean malos o buenos. Y tú fuiste un niño muy querido, pero la vida fue cruel con ella y de rechazo contigo.
Debes leer el informe que te han enviado los abogados; yo lo he leído. De este modo entenderás lo que sucedió, la perdonarás y te perdonarás a ti mismo.
Se levantaron lentamente y él volvió su rostro hacia el montículo de tierra en el que reposaba su madre. Lanzó un beso al aire y una mirada al cielo, y dijo a su esposa
-Volveré de nuevo, Ana, y mandaré hacer una tumba como ella merece . Inscribiré su nombre y una fecha, y nunca , nunca. la faltarán flores. Cuando lleguemos al hotel, leeré lo que han averiguado de su vida que es la mía. Espero cerrar definitivamente esta dolorosa página de mi vida.
Cogidos del brazo, muy apretados uno contra el otro, caminaron lentamente hasta llegar a la salida del recinto. Pararon un taxi y se dirigieron al hotel. Christian Grey acabaría conociendo el último capítulo de su vida, de sus sombras, que quedarían cerradas definitivamente.
Ana se rebulló en la cama y palpó como hacía siempre el lugar en donde Christian dormía, buscando su rostro, pero el sitio estaba vacío. De un salto se levantó. Fue a la cocina pensando que quizás estuviera desayunando. Al comprobar que no era así, fue al estudio, y allí encontró a Christian recostado sobre la mesa
- ¿ Qué te ocurre, estás bien ?- le preguntó inquieta
Él levantó el rostro y entonces pudo ver que unos lagrimones recorrían su cara y sobre la mano sostenía el informe del detective. Lo había leído, y por la angustia reflejada, comprendió lo que le ocurría. Corrió a su lado, y abrazó a su marido con todas sus fuerzas, para infundirle el ánimo que necesitaba. Él la abrazó también y refugio el rostro en su pecho. Sólo atinaba a repetir unas palabras
- Lo he leido, lo he leido
- Volvamos a casa, nena. Es todo cuanto podemos hacer
-Si Christian. Estoy segura que desde donde quiera que esté, ella te sonreirá y será feliz
- Eso espero, nena. Eso espero
Sobre el piano, junto a las fotografías familiares, había una nueva enmarcada en plata. Un rostro hermoso y juvenil sonreia. ELLA, por fin ocupaba el lugar que la correspondía.
Relato publicado en Fifty Forever Official Facebook Group por 1996rosafermu, basado en la trilogía de E L James Cincuenta Sombras de Grey
Autoría del texto: 1996rosafermu
Ilustraciones: Archivo de 1996rosafermu y capturas de Darker - Freed
DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS
The taxi ran through the streets of Detroit, covered with snow. It was cold, very cold, dry, rotund that pierced the bones. The taxi driver gave conversation to the couple traveling inside towards the cementery. The good man wanted to distract them, because the place they were going to was sad and bitter, especially on a day like that, when the snowfall was extremely heavy.
The couple looked at each other and clasped their hands. They did not talk, they did not even smile. Emotion and sadness crossed their faces. At last the taxi driver stopped before an area slightly further away from the rest of the tombs. They did not want to he wait for them, they had to look for a name and they did not know what it would take. After a long search, and on a kind of mound, they found what they were looking for: a plaque in which a name was read and nothing else. Only the name, without surnames, without dates, without flowers, only the parched earth and the snow that covered it.
The couple remained still, staring at the place, but it was the man who fell on his knees and broke into bitter sobs, which made the woman who accompanied him do the same. She rested her head on his shoulder and waited for him to calm down. After a long silence, he began to speak.
- Ana, Ana ... I have always blamed her for my life, I have despised her, but she was an innocent victim who took a wrong path. Ana loved me. She loved her son, she loved me and in return I always hated her
- Christian, Christian, you were a child. You did not know what was happening and why she reached that extreme. You have to forgive her and learn to love her, because yes, she loved you. All mothers love their children, whether they are bad or good. And you were a very dear child, but life was cruel to her and rejecting you.
-You should read the report that the lawyers have sent you; I have read it. In this way you will understand what happened, you will forgive and you will forgive yourself.
They rose slowly and he turned his face to the mound of earth on which his mother rested. He threw a kiss in the air and a look at the sky, and said to his wife
- "I'll be back again, Ana, and I'll send a grave as she deserves. I will inscribe her name and a date, and never, never. the flowers will be missing. When we arrive at the hotel, I will read what they have found out about her life that is mine. I hope to finally close this painful page of my life.
Arm in arm, very tight against each other, they walked slowly until they reached the exit of the enclosure. They stopped a taxi and headed to the hotel. Christian Grey would end up knowing the last chapter of his life, of its shadows, that would be closed definitively.
Ana wriggled on the bed and felt as always did the place where Christian slept, looking for his face, but the place was empty. With a jump she got up. She went to the kitchen thinking that maybe he was having breakfast. When she found that it was not like that, she went to the studio, and there she found Christian lying on the table
- What's the matter, are you okay? - she asked uneasily
He raised his face and then she could see that some tears were running down his face and on his hand he was holding the detective's report. He had read it, and by the reflected anguish, he understood what was happening to him. He ran to her side, and embraced her husband with all his strength, to instill the encouragement he needed. He hugged her too and hid his face in her chest. I only managed to repeat a few words
- I've read it, I've read it
And again they went back to Detroit, and they made the necessary arrangements to put a white marble tomb on the mound. On a plaque they entered their first and last name and the dates of their death birth. It would not be an anonymous grave again. He hired so that he never lacked fresh flowers in it. He was at peace with ELLA and with himself.
ELLA DICKINSON - Born in Detroit 1965 - Dead in Detroit 1987
- Let's go home, baby. It's all we can do
-Yes Christian. I'm sure that from wherever she is, she will smile and be happy
- I hope so, baby. I hope so
On the piano, next to the family photographs, there was a new one framed in silver. A beautiful and youthful face smiles. ELLA, finally took the place that corresponded.
Él levantó el rostro y entonces pudo ver que unos lagrimones recorrían su cara y sobre la mano sostenía el informe del detective. Lo había leído, y por la angustia reflejada, comprendió lo que le ocurría. Corrió a su lado, y abrazó a su marido con todas sus fuerzas, para infundirle el ánimo que necesitaba. Él la abrazó también y refugio el rostro en su pecho. Sólo atinaba a repetir unas palabras
- Lo he leido, lo he leido
Y de nuevo volvieron a Detroit, e hicieron las gestiones pertinentes para poner una tumba de mármol blanco en el montículo. En una placa inscribieron su nombre y apellido y las fechas de su nacimiento de defunción. No volvería a ser una tumba anónima. Contrató para que nunca la faltaran flores frescas en ella. Estaba en paz con ELLA y consigo mismo.
ELLA DICKINSON : Nacida en Detroit, año 1965. Fallecida en Detroit, año 1987
- Volvamos a casa, nena. Es todo cuanto podemos hacer
-Si Christian. Estoy segura que desde donde quiera que esté, ella te sonreirá y será feliz
- Eso espero, nena. Eso espero
Sobre el piano, junto a las fotografías familiares, había una nueva enmarcada en plata. Un rostro hermoso y juvenil sonreia. ELLA, por fin ocupaba el lugar que la correspondía.
Autoría del texto: 1996rosafermu
Ilustraciones: Archivo de 1996rosafermu y capturas de Darker - Freed
DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS
The taxi ran through the streets of Detroit, covered with snow. It was cold, very cold, dry, rotund that pierced the bones. The taxi driver gave conversation to the couple traveling inside towards the cementery. The good man wanted to distract them, because the place they were going to was sad and bitter, especially on a day like that, when the snowfall was extremely heavy.
The couple looked at each other and clasped their hands. They did not talk, they did not even smile. Emotion and sadness crossed their faces. At last the taxi driver stopped before an area slightly further away from the rest of the tombs. They did not want to he wait for them, they had to look for a name and they did not know what it would take. After a long search, and on a kind of mound, they found what they were looking for: a plaque in which a name was read and nothing else. Only the name, without surnames, without dates, without flowers, only the parched earth and the snow that covered it.
The couple remained still, staring at the place, but it was the man who fell on his knees and broke into bitter sobs, which made the woman who accompanied him do the same. She rested her head on his shoulder and waited for him to calm down. After a long silence, he began to speak.
- Ana, Ana ... I have always blamed her for my life, I have despised her, but she was an innocent victim who took a wrong path. Ana loved me. She loved her son, she loved me and in return I always hated her
- Christian, Christian, you were a child. You did not know what was happening and why she reached that extreme. You have to forgive her and learn to love her, because yes, she loved you. All mothers love their children, whether they are bad or good. And you were a very dear child, but life was cruel to her and rejecting you.
-You should read the report that the lawyers have sent you; I have read it. In this way you will understand what happened, you will forgive and you will forgive yourself.
They rose slowly and he turned his face to the mound of earth on which his mother rested. He threw a kiss in the air and a look at the sky, and said to his wife
- "I'll be back again, Ana, and I'll send a grave as she deserves. I will inscribe her name and a date, and never, never. the flowers will be missing. When we arrive at the hotel, I will read what they have found out about her life that is mine. I hope to finally close this painful page of my life.
Arm in arm, very tight against each other, they walked slowly until they reached the exit of the enclosure. They stopped a taxi and headed to the hotel. Christian Grey would end up knowing the last chapter of his life, of its shadows, that would be closed definitively.
Ana wriggled on the bed and felt as always did the place where Christian slept, looking for his face, but the place was empty. With a jump she got up. She went to the kitchen thinking that maybe he was having breakfast. When she found that it was not like that, she went to the studio, and there she found Christian lying on the table
- What's the matter, are you okay? - she asked uneasily
He raised his face and then she could see that some tears were running down his face and on his hand he was holding the detective's report. He had read it, and by the reflected anguish, he understood what was happening to him. He ran to her side, and embraced her husband with all his strength, to instill the encouragement he needed. He hugged her too and hid his face in her chest. I only managed to repeat a few words
- I've read it, I've read it
And again they went back to Detroit, and they made the necessary arrangements to put a white marble tomb on the mound. On a plaque they entered their first and last name and the dates of their death birth. It would not be an anonymous grave again. He hired so that he never lacked fresh flowers in it. He was at peace with ELLA and with himself.
ELLA DICKINSON - Born in Detroit 1965 - Dead in Detroit 1987
- Let's go home, baby. It's all we can do
-Yes Christian. I'm sure that from wherever she is, she will smile and be happy
- I hope so, baby. I hope so
On the piano, next to the family photographs, there was a new one framed in silver. A beautiful and youthful face smiles. ELLA, finally took the place that corresponded.
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