Couple: ChilexPeru (kinda)
Warning: EMO, historicoo ~ Ghei?
Note: FAIL-ish
He knew I hated it ... but never thought much. A year had passed since the war ended. Their land was devastated, struggling to regain what had once been.
He had finished everything.
And yes, the blame was not entirely his, yes, of course ... course, but that did not erase everything that had happened the previous year.
In the distance I could hear the crowd celebrating on July 28. Even with the full reconstruction of streets, the crowd celebrated the day together when they acquired their precious freedom. The port where he was walking was decorated with their flag. For some reason ... felt that he deserved to celebrate with them. Although it was his birthday ... I felt that it deserved.
this in mind, began to move away from the group of people without being noticed. He walked with quick steps with his arms crossed over his chest. Ran cold wind, the sea breeze hit your face with all their moisture. Without realizing it, ended up facing the sea, watching the horizon furiously kicking at stones in anger. Had tried, really he did ... but that had not been enough, no, it always ends the same. It was still useless.
frustration A tear slid silently down her cheek, followed by a couple more. It felt small again, and did not want to be. Cast in thought, and without removing his eyes from the sea, took off his shoes, socks, and shirt. Even with pants, entered the sea, ignoring the fact that it was winter and the water temperature was inhumane.
He sea where his men had died.
swam till you drop, to enter what I wanted to the sea and floated on his back. Beginning at dusk and the sky was laying tangerine. I could still hear in the depths of his mind, declaring war, insulting him and glared. He closed his eyes, trying to dispel that thought, but her voice calling his name, screaming ....
... and fell asleep.
... I just wanted to help my brother ...
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next thing I could remember was the feeling of not being floated strong pressure in the chest, dark, and then nothing.
thought he was dead for a while, but then the pressure went away and found its windpipe filled with water. Started coughing heavily, the darkness still present. A sharp pain seized his throat. Heard sounds vague, his ear trying to adjust slowly.
- What the hell were you doing? You could have died, you idiot! - opened his eyes to hear his voice, hoping it was his imagination jugándole another pass. But no, there it was. Soaked from head to foot, like it. Brushed the hair from his eyes to see it clearly. To see the glare of reproach, of superiority once again.
tried out the voice of his injured throat.
-M-Manuel ...
- Answer! What what the hell were you thinking?!
He would have liked to answer, but had no idea what just happened, so I ignored them, quickly standing up and stumbling, falling face in the sand because of the lack of stability that was at the moment.
- Idiot! You are too weak to stand! - Manuel took him by the arm, helping her up and looking reproachfully (And concern, perhaps?).
"Well, let me ...- Miguel removed his hand from Chile, sitting on the sand and looking the other way. They were silent for a while until the voice of one of them returned to fill the void.
-... I could've drowned.
"I was not planning to kill me ...- Although I was not sure if that was all true ...
"Well, you've been around, Weon-What the hell was he doing here?" Had come to scoff?
- Why the hell did you get me anyway?! - Manuel opened his eyes wide open (yes, Michael had gone mad. Or perhaps it had always been wrong.).
- Why the hell did you get me anyway?! - Manuel opened his eyes wide open (yes, Michael had gone mad. Or perhaps it had always been wrong.).
opened and closed his mouth again and again, until I finally gave up.
"You are right said ...- without looking at turning around Peru once more. He began to walk away slowly - ... because I did not like wevada.
Michael stood in silence, watching the waves crashing against the shore for a while. Another time I was alone. In the darkness, the sun had set. Fireworks began to appear in the sky, to away.
Truth is his birthday.
never come to understand ... why it affected him so much what he said, or his hatred towards him. Perhaps it was for the same reason that had saved him from death. To continue to suffer with cold. With these thoughts, drawing a sour smile on his face, only to disappear a couple of seconds later, giving way to tears started rolling down her cheeks, accompanied by pain and anger.
That was stupid to think they ever wanted.
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