Una cuestión de honor - A Matter Of Honor
Era una cuestión de honor.
Disparó primero.
Falló.
La sonrisa de triunfo de su oponente contrastaba con la desesperación grabada en su propio rostro.
Como asesor de Napoleón, debería haber estado muy lejos de allí, en Versalles, esperando ser recibido por el Emperador.
En un instante, su mente recorrió los acontecimientos que lo habían conducido hasta aquel duelo.
Ya nada importaba.
Nunca había amado a su esposa.
Había sido un matrimonio de conveniencia.
Y ahora estaba a punto de perder la vida defendiendo un honor en el que nunca había creído de verdad.
Sin embargo, en aquel instante la vio con otros ojos.
Su ternura.
El amor que siempre había demostrado a sus hijos.
Su infinita capacidad para comprender.
Frente a todo ello, su propia indiferencia.
Su abandono.
Sus errores.
Por primera vez se sintió culpable.
Al fin, su oponente disparó.
Oyó el disparo.
Después, la oscuridad.
Algo negro borró la imagen de su familia...
de su esposa.
Y todo terminó.
It was a matter of honor.
He fired first.
He missed.
The smile of triumph on his opponent's face contrasted with the despair etched across his own.
As one of Napoleon's advisers, he should have been far from there, at Versailles, waiting to be received by the Emperor.
In an instant, his thoughts returned to the chain of events that had led to the duel.
Nothing mattered anymore.
He had never loved his wife.
It had been a marriage of convenience.
And now he was about to lose his life defending an honor he had never truly believed in.
Yet, at that very moment, he saw his wife differently.
Her tenderness.
The love she had always shown their children.
Her endless capacity for understanding.
In contrast, his own indifference.
His neglect.
His failures.
For the first time, he felt guilty.
At last, his opponent fired.
He heard the shot.
Then darkness.
Something black erased the image of his family...
of his wife.
And everything came to an end.
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