《AI也会写小说》yuanyuan安

28、小梦的英文小说1

　　翻译：“他会爱你的，Atsumu。”
　　当他站在空荡荡的公寓中间时，Atsumu的脑海里回响着这些话。自从那天早些时候他们离开咖啡馆后，他就再也没有收到波库托的来信，他也没有责怪他。他们在电话里谈过几次，但总是一些很容易被忽略的小事，一些无关紧要的小事，两人都不会再提起。这可能是Bokuto一直想要从他们那里得到的；让他们之间的事情不再变得太严重，而现在这不会发生。无论Atsumu如何努力，最近发生的一切都让他心碎。这一次，眼泪流得更快了，他从口袋里拿出手机，再次给他最好的朋友打电话。
　　“Akashi！我不敢相信我们已经结束了！”
　　Atsumu叹了口气，他看着屏幕，然后再次看着Bokuto的信息。他已经两天没有看到他们以前的群聊了，他禁不住对在那里看到的和说的感到内疚。有一些时候，Atsumu忘记了他可以和其他人交谈，忘记了他们实际上是人，有时他会犯错误。但他知道，不要再让这种想法破坏他的友谊或关系，这就是为什么他一直在努力修复与博库托的关系。
　　“我知道，”Akashi回答，“不过你做得很好，对吧？”
　　Atsumu又发出了一声失败的叹息。“是的……是的，我会继续努力……”停顿。“……但他不会原谅我。”停顿。“波库托会永远恨我的。”
　　电话的另一端传来了另一声轻柔的笑声，但Atsumu知道这背后再也没有幽默感了。相反，他听到每一个音调中都夹杂着遗憾，这比Atsumu以前感受到的任何东西都要痛。
　　“…他爱你Atsumu”
　　Atsumu抑制了对他尖叫的冲动，因为他已经知道Bokuto爱他胜过一切。即使发生了一切，即使发生了一切。
　　“你也是，凯吉。”
　　另一个咯咯笑的回应。这是温暖的，Atsumu确信，如果他看着屏幕，他最好的朋友会给他一个温柔的微笑或亲切的拍拍他的肩膀。如果波库托现在和他在一起的话，他们会有这样的谈话。他们都会大笑，分享一些笑话，谈论排球和生活，他们会再次感到快乐。
　　但是波库托不在这里。波库托永远也不会，除非他原谅Atsumu并重新开始。
　　第二章
　　Atsumu醒来时闹钟响了，表示时间快到中午了。他一边□□，一边盲目地走向床头柜，他的手机和耳机正等着他。他设法先抓住了他的手机。然而，他一看，眼睛就睁大了，盯着屏幕。
　　10个未接来电和17条留言？
　　Atsumu感到他的眼睛开始流泪。发生了什么事？为什么现在大家都叫他？他做错什么了吗？他迟到了吗？有人告诉过他今天需要来练习吗？是因为他赌输了吗？是因为球队失去了理智，想让他取代大川吗？那是不可能的。Atsumu摇摇头以消除这些想法，然后按下接受按钮，将电话举到耳边。他坐在床边，把电话端到嘴边，听另一边的人说话。他的声音听起来很弱，好像他一直在哭。
　　也许他是。
　　他昨晚一定睡着了，Atsumu想。因为他很确定他记得昨天早上很早就睡着了，他还记得Bokuto过来为他做早餐，一直呆到晚饭后，一起看电影，这通常是很少见的事情。但是Atsumu昨晚太累了，太困了，他几乎一刻也没记下来。但现在他做到了。他受到的打击如此之快，以至于他不确定自己是应该感到羞耻还是愤怒。或者他是否有任何感觉。
　　“嘿，Atsumu。你没事吧？”
　　Atsumu什么也没说。他还不相信自己会说话。所以他保持沉默。
　　“Atsumu？你在吗？”
　　他的手紧紧地握住电话，突然他的呼吸卡在喉咙里。
　　“不……对不起，波库托。”
　　博库托松了一口气。“没关系，Atsumu。我们晚点会赶上的，好吗？”
　　Atsumu终于找到了自己的声音，但他不敢说话。听起来他暂时不会说什么。老实说，他不想。他只是很高兴他没有完全失去他最好的朋友。听到博库托的声音后，他开始怀疑自己是否真的有过朋友。
　　“听到你的声音真是太好了。”
　　Atsumu哽咽了一声。
　　“你也是。

　　原文：\"He’s going to love you, Atsumu.\"
　　The words echo through Atsumu\'s mind as he stands in the middle of his empty apartment. He hasn\'t heard from Bokuto since they left the cafe earlier that day and he doesn\'t blame him. They\'ve talked on the phone a few times but it was always something small that would be easily missed, something so inconsequential that neither would bring it up again. This is probably what Bokuto wanted from them all along; for things to stop getting too serious between them and now that\'s just not going to happen. No matter how hard Atsumu tries, his heart is still breaking over everything that has happened lately. The tears start falling faster this time and he takes his phone from his pocket to call his best friend once more.
　　\"Akaashi! I can\'t believe we\'re done with this!\"
　　Atsumu sighs as he looks at the screen and then at Bokuto\'s message again. It had been two days since he\'d seen their old group chat and he couldn\'t help feeling guilty about what he saw there, what he said. There were times when Atsumu forgot he could talk to other people, forget that they were actually human beings and that sometimes he made mistakes. But he knew better than to let those kinds of thoughts ruin his friendships or relationships anymore and that\'s why he kept trying his hardest to mend his relationship with Bokuto.
　　\"I know,\" Akaashi replies, \"You\'re doing really well though, right?\"
　　Atsumu lets out another defeated sigh. \"Yeah...yeah, I\'m gonna keep trying...\" A pause. \"...but he won\'t forgive me.\" A pause. \"Bokuto\'s going to hate me forever.\"
　　There\'s another soft chuckle on the other end of the line, but Atsumu knows there\'s no humour behind it anymore. Instead, he hears regret laced in each tone and it hurts worse than anything else Atsumu\'s ever felt before.
　　\"...he loves you Atsumu.\"
　　Atsumu bites back the urge to scream at him because he already knows that Bokuto loves him more than anything. Even after everything, even after everything that\'s happened.
　　\"So do you, Keiji.\"
　　Another chuckle comes in response. It\'s warm and Atsumu\'s sure if he looked at the screen his best friend would give him a gentle smile or an affectionate pat on the shoulder. If Bokuto had been here with him now, they would have had a conversation like that one. They would both laugh, share some jokes and talk about volleyball and life and they would have been happy again.
　　But Bokuto isn\'t here. And Bokuto never will be, unless he forgives Atsumu and starts again.Chapter 2
　　Atsumu wakes up to his alarm clock blaring, signaling the hour is almost noon. He groans as he reaches blindly towards his nightstand where his phone and headphones lie waiting for him. He manages to grab his phone first. As soon as he does, however, his eyes widen, staring down at the screen.
　　10 missed calls and 17 messages?
　　Atsumu feels his eyes begin to water. What is happening? Why is everyone calling him now? Did he do something wrong? Was he late? Did someone tell him he needed to come to practice today instead? Was it because he lost the bet? Is it because the team\'s losing their minds and wants him to replace Oikawa? That\'s not possible. Atsumu shakes his head to clear away these thoughts and he presses the accept button, raising the phone to his ear. He brings the phone to his mouth as he sits on the edge of his bed, listening to the person speaking on the other side. His voice sounds weak, like he\'s been crying.
　　And maybe he has been.
　　He must have fallen asleep last night, Atsumu thinks. Because he\'s pretty sure he remembers being able to fall asleep early yesterday morning and he remembers Bokuto coming over and making breakfast for him and staying until after dinner and watching movies together, which was usually a rare thing. But Atsumu was so tired last night, so sleepy he barely registered a single moment. Now he does, though. And it hits him so fast that he\'s not sure if he should feel ashamed or angry. Or if he even should feel anything at all.
　　\"Hey, Atsumu. Are you alright?\"
　　Atsumu doesn\'t say anything. He doesn\'t trust himself enough to speak yet. So he remains silent.
　　\"Atsumu? You there?\"
　　His hand tightens around the phone tightly and suddenly his breath catches in his throat.
　　\"No... I\'m sorry, Bokuto.\"
　　Bokuto breathes out a sigh of relief. \"That\'s okay, Atsumu. We\'ll catch up later, alright?\"

　　Atsumu finally finds his voice but he doesn\'t dare speak. It doesn\'t sound like he\'ll be saying anything for a while. And truthfully, he doesn\'t want to. He\'s just glad he didn\'t lose his best friend completely. After hearing Bokuto\'s voice though he\'s starting to wonder if he ever truly had any friends.
　　\"It\'s really good to hear your voice.\"
　　Atsumu chokes back a sob.
　　\"You too.