Because I'm wicked and I left to mourn after listening ¨ ¨ Remembering Sunday All Time Low. Yeah, see TT and I have to move the other fics but>. Or Believe me, Angst is the only thing that I have the head lately, and if he published it in Every Other Time ... well, they would kill me XD = D pongoo here so I hope that XD is not more than TWO-SHOT
couple: Chile / Peru
Warnings: None =)
Ahoraaa is who has no rhyme or XD (referring to the story) but the game follow me, okay? only this time
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His eyes were open to hear what he had just come from the lips of Peru. Only two words and I felt I was in another place, which had never been. However, I could not help but feel ... angst, but why? You should not feel extremely happy to learn that the person he loved was the same for him? So why .... Who watched could read the expression on his face, and under the eyes, waiting to hear what you say.
"You know I do not ... you know you have no idea what you're saying," I said to who was in his arms, the term wound immediately over into the face of Miguel, who to listen to what Manuel had said, left him to look you straight in the eyes
- Of course I have! "said Peru while looking for that Chile will look into my eyes Why should not he? - Manuel simply turned away from the face of Miguel, feeling like something was painfully hammered on his chest.
"It's not as simple as say ...- said while trying to hide how she really felt, looking for any excuse ...- The Things between us have long been well ... not going to change just because
...- "Because I ...? Because I do not want to try ?.... is that it not ... I am worth? -
-... sorry, her gaze fixed on the face of Peru, the thin tears sliding down her cheeks red from frustration, an image that was printed in your mind instantly. He could not say anything, just feel the silence throbbing and the pain of the moment. A silence that seemed to last hours, in which neither speak, a silence that shouted at death that were destroying the heart, ********
headache that woke the next morning was not the worst of the day. I could not persuade her. I just could not ... could not .... a face full of tears vanished from his mind. Knew that what had passed last night would not leave his mind that easy ... even dolíay him well would be for a while. It hurt the fact that I do podu anything, it hurt to think about what was lost trying to do the right thing. know that in the coming months the pain would go away ... or could increase. I did not want to imagine the latter. He found it amazing how quickly it was over (Why so fast? It was not fair), he was even more impressive was having peace of mind (for now), to look in the mirror could see his face as blank ... ... maybe, if wars had not already finished with their tears ... cry.
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cried the first day, and more than a couple of times the second, the third a couple of tears slid down her cheeks, soon after fell asleep, the room sat on a bench in the garden of his home. His mind was completely blank. His eyes were stuck somewhere and all I felt was the wind blowing softly. Ironically, that day the sun shone softly in the gray city sky. During
Small seconds it seemed that everything was a nightmare, one of those ridiculous nightmares of his awakening to laugh then ... but when I discovered that I could not smile ( much less laugh) I discovered I was not having any nightmares. Did not regret having said what I felt ... I did not, never have learned that Manuel was not the same for him ... it meant nothing to him. ..
Small seconds it seemed that everything was a nightmare, one of those ridiculous nightmares of his awakening to laugh then ... but when I discovered that I could not smile ( much less laugh) I discovered I was not having any nightmares. Did not regret having said what I felt ... I did not, never have learned that Manuel was not the same for him ... it meant nothing to him. ..
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That afternoon I saw, but apparently did not see Miguel him (perhaps this was the best ... for now). Saw him go among the people while walking down a street in the city. He was about to call, running by his side ... but then found he could not move, could only follow with his eyes, the image of what was lost, moving slowly among the people. He wondered if some day he might forgive him for making him suffer ... so ...
many times he had apologized earlier? Few Sometimes he did mourn and why do they refuse to be part of that feeling so warm? ... could spend so much time together ... just had to ...
many times he had apologized earlier? Few Sometimes he did mourn and why do they refuse to be part of that feeling so warm? ... could spend so much time together ... just had to ...
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Koha, are 12:51>. O fatherÉ already come so just upload it and upload the rest maniana
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