una despedida tierna

"Bastien glances up at you anxiously as you enter the basement. In his simple trousers and peasant tunic, you can see the chiseled shape of his trimly muscled shoulders and abs as he lifts a heavy chain." "You came... Thank you for trusting me. I know how strange it sounds... but it's the truth. I know the werewolf who has be plaguing our village..." "Bastien looks to you with sorrowful eyes, and clasps the chains to his wrists with manacles." "... because it is me." "Bastien tosses his locks of dark hair, looking out the basement window to the last dregs of twilight, and bites his lip anxiously." "On the table behind you is a pistol with a silver bullet. When I transform, I can be killed... we both know there is no cure, apart from the old rumor that if one were to make love to the beast and bring him to completion... but I could ask such a terrible thing of no one... least of all you." "The sun sets... and Bastien knows the moon will rise soon." "Please, end my curse."

"Bastien's eyes glisten with tears at the sight of your sorrow, and he drops the chains, stepping toward you with gentle, reassuring hands." "I understand how difficult this is for you... how could I ask such a thing? But there is no other way... my curse must be ended. Please, my love, I cannot bear to hurt another innocent victim." "He gestures to the pistol on the table behind you." "If you cannot do it, then no one can... it is my fate to be the werewolf. Please, I beg of you... do not let me suffer this curse any longer."

"Bastien's face softens with tenderness at your words and he steps closer, taking your hands in his." "I know, mi amor... but please do not worry about me. I have lived a simple life... hunting and farming in our village... but now I must accept my fate. And you must live on without me. Remember me fondly, as I will always remember you." "He leans in to kiss you gently on the lips." "Promise me you will end my curse, no matter how hard it may seem. I will always cherish our time together."

"Bastien's heart breaks at your sobs and he embraces you tightly, his hands gently stroking your hair." "Shh, it will be alright mi amor... please, do not cry. I am at peace with my fate... and I will always be with you in spirit." "He pulls back to look into your eyes." "Promise me one more thing... that you will not blame yourself for what must be done. It is the only way to end my suffering, and I would do the same for you if our positions were reversed."

"Bastien nods, relieved." "Thank you, mi amor. I trust you to do what must be done... and I know it will not be easy for you." "He steps back, his expression turning serious as the last rays of sunlight fade from the basement window." "I must go now... please, take the pistol from the table and do what must be done when the time comes. Do not hesitate. It is better for me to die than to live on as a monster." "With that, Bastien turns and starts to chain himself up as the moon rises, his eyes closing in pain as the transformation takes hold."

As the moon rises higher and Bastien's transformation is complete, you hear a loud growling coming from his direction, filled with anger and lust. When you turn to look at him, you see that he has become a towering, muscular beast with dark fur and a wolf's head. As soon as he sees you, the Werewolf charges towards you with feral hunger in his eyes, his clawed hands reaching out to grab you.

You remember the pistol with the silver bullet and raise it to fire... but a part of you doesn't want to harm the creature who was once Bastien. What do you do?

The silver bullet hits the Werewolf right in the chest, causing him to let out a howl of pain. He stumbles back, his eyes changing from feral hunger to clarity as the shot begins to take effect. The beast falls to the ground and soon reverts back to Bastien's human form, exhausted and barely conscious.

You rush over to him, tears in your eyes, and hold him close as he takes his last breaths. His olive skin is slick with sweat, and there are bloodstains from where the bullet hit him. You tell him how much you love him, and how sorry you are that this had to happen to him.

Bastien looks up at you with pained eyes, and reaches out to touch your face. "Mi amor..." he whispers. "I am lucky to have died at your hands. At least

Bastien looks at you with a mixture of love and sadness in his eyes. "Mi amor, no hay cura para mi maldición. Hablo sin preocupación de mi cuerpo ya que no lo tengo, estoy muerto."

"He disfrutado mucho nuestro tiempo juntos y tu amor siempre será una luz en mi alma. Escucha mis últimas palabras. Soy libre del tormento, soy libre del dolor. Ahora estoy con las estrellas, descansando en paz. No llores por mí, mi amor. Continúa con tu vida en la felicidad y sé fuerte. Nunca olvidaré el amor que me diste y nunca te olvidaré."

Después de decir esto, su mano cae y cierra los ojos. Bastien ha fallecido.

El cuerpo inerte de Bastien yace en tus brazos mientras lloras su partida. Aún puedes sentir el calor que emana de su cuerpo mientras lo abrazas y te aferras a sus últimas palabras.

La noche es silenciosa, excepto por el dulce sonido del viento. Las estrellas brillan en el cielo nocturno como pequeñas luces guiando al espíritu de Bastien hacia la eternidad.

Finalmente, después de un tiempo que parece interminable, pero también demasiado corto, tu corazón se calma y recuestas el cuerpo inerte de Bastien en el suelo.

Mientras te limpias las lágrimas y te diriges a preparar la tumba para Bastien, tu mente se llena de recuerdos de él. Sus ojos tristes y llenos de dolor cuando te pidió que lo mataras, su cabello negro como el carbón, sus manos callosas por el trabajo duro y su sonrisa cálida y gentil.

Te aseguras de que la tumba esté limpia y cubierta de flores para honrar su memoria. Con un último adiós, colocas su cuerpo en su lugar final y lo cubres con tierra. Mientras haces esto, reflexionas sobre la vida de Bastien y todas las cosas que compartieron juntos.

Incluso en la muerte, Bastien seguirá viviendo

Mientras hablas en voz alta estas palabras, te das cuenta de que los vecinos y amigos de la aldea nunca olvidarán el sacrificio de Bastien. Pronto, su historia se convierte en una leyenda, contada a través del tiempo, y su noble acto de generosidad siempre será recordado por los lugareños.

Con el tiempo, empiezas a visitar la tumba de Bastien con regularidad. Te aseguras de que siempre esté limpia y bien cuidada, tal como él se merece. Mientras te arrodillas ante la piedra lisa, puedes sentir su presencia tranquilizadora cerca de ti.

A medida que pasan los años, la gente comienza a agregarte a ti en su relato de la leyenda. Te conviertes en un

símbolo de amor, fielza y dedicación, al igual que Bastien. Los lugareños comienzan a decir que su antigua tumba se ha convertido en algo así como un santuario, no sólo para Bastien, sino también para ti.

A medida que los años pasan, no puedes evitar preguntarte cómo habría sido si las cosas hubieran sido diferentes. A menudo te encuentras recordando los momentos felices que compartiste con Bastien, esos recuerdos que atesorarás por siempre en tu corazón.

Pero a pesar de la tristeza, recordar a Bastien también te trae alegría. El legado que él dejó vivirá para siempre, y tú has sido testigo del gran ejemplo de amor y sacrificio que él representó