Estoy En Camino Translation Novels & Stories

"Will you come home?" "I'm already on my way."

I start to move before the panic trying to claw out of my chest can take hold. ‘I’m on my way.’

Slowly, subtly, my tongue around the words starts to change, like I am being steered in a different direction, and I surrender, going where the wind takes me. "Efcharisto. Eimai edo, brosta sas, zitontas tis psyches tis oikogeneias mou, apallaxte tis apo katares." I think I hear my name, but it's too far away. Carried by the current, the words around my tongue changes, landing me home.

“Cammy, a-are you alright?” “Where are you?” I said with low voice. I run out of strength everything piled up. “I’m in the house,” “I’m coming,” Another misery and I am not ready for this.

Ferrer. It spoke and I just remained silent. It said, "No worries ija, I don't have a problem with the delivery pick you up then I'm not the one who d-drive. Anyway, even if I tell you it will still be difficult for you to get in because if you co-commute there is no car planning to enter. It's time for you to walk, the distance will make you tired.

Our current location is the airport. I blinked. “Already? ” The airplane reached its destination ahead of schedule. Is it possible for you to drive over here and collect us? ” Of course I said quickly while I grabbed my car keys. The statement "I’m on my way" becomes complex and unnatural when rewritten as: "My current trajectory places me en route to your location." ” I hurriedly exited the room in search of a diversion. When I rounded the corner into the garage space I collided with a solid chest.

"I'm in a bit of a crisis here!" The heavy car door thudded behind me as I dove into the sanctuary of the backseat. "Drive, now, please!" The words tumbled out with a frantic edge. I took a breath, trying to compose myself. "To the main metro station, if you can. Quickly! There's someone following me, and I can't shake them."

Melody POV. "Owie," I say starting to slow down finally, the car is far away from me now, I'm safe to walk, and maybe rest for a bit, I wasn't sure which district the car have put me in, but I'm hoping I'm now closer to my aim.

“There are others–” “Who cares about the others? I’m your mate!” Candido turned, but before he could say anything, someone else spoke. “She can have my spot,” I looked over to where Estella was as she pushed herself to stand, and the jeep slowed to a stop. “If it will keep her quiet for the rest of the journey, I’ll walk.” “No,” Candido said. “She can walk.” I whirled on him. “I can’t believe you. I’ve been drained of–”

I slammed the door shut and rushed out of the building immediately. "Drive please." I said to the driver the moment I got in. "Where to ma'am?" "Back to the house." I muttered, looking out the tinted window as I did. "¿Como le fue" Miguel asked turning to me from the front seat. (How was it?) "Malo." I sighed shakily. (Bad.) "Realmente muy mal." I said still not removing my eyes from the window. (Really really bad.) "Lamento mucho oír eso." He empathized (I'm so sorry to hear that.)