The world after he's gone
Title: The world after he's gone
Character: Cristiano Ronaldo, with mentions Kaka'/Cristiano Ronaldo
Rating: PG
Word count: 448
Type: drabble
Warnings: angst
The sun light hits my face and wakes me up from a dream about him. I sit slowly on the edge of my bed and move all of my members carefully like they're going to break. They don't.
I feel like all of my senses are wrapped in a thick layer of cottonwool. I can not hear noise from the street right just outside my window. I can not see anything but this space where he used to lie. His pillow is still warm, filled with his smell and for me it's like a precious treasure now.
My fingers are unconsciously wandering to the lips where I can barely feel hot marks of his kisses from the last night. I shiver on the memory of all kisses I've ever received from him. I can mention all of them, they're branded into my mind.
I walk slowly to the window and force my eyes to notice all of these people down there. They are still acting like nothing's changed, they are going to work, to school, to the grocery. Like it's the same day like yesterday.
I walk to the kitchen with bare foot and I hope that the cold touch of the marble will wake me up. The jug seems too far for me to reach. The resignation is overwhelming me like never before. I'm giving up the thought about coffee and I'm looking for some clothes. I have no idea how I look right now and I really don't care. My ears barely catch the quiet click of an opening car as I'm getting into an expensive Audi. I have no idea how long I've been driving to Valdebebas but I get an irrational feeling to drive away to my flat and fall into the pillows in my bed and never get out again when I get there. I see Marcelo waving at me and it's the only thing that can make me get out of my car right now.
I try to look like I'm listening to any of my team mates and like their words are understandable for me. Actually, I hear only the muffled mumbling, like I'm in the long tunnel. The weak smile is glued to my face until I open the door in my flat. The sports bag is falling on the ground with a noise, just like I do. The smile left my face and the only thing I can do now is crying. Cascades of tears are running down my cheeks and I hope I will sink in them.
All of the people used to say that when he will be gone the world won't end. They were terribly wrong.
I can barely see what I've written and it's unbeta'ed beacuse after I found a news that Kaka' will be gone from Real Madrid on the polish offical RM site I'm crying like a little girl and I needed to soothe my poor white heart somehow so I've written this.
Comments will be like a lotion for my broken heart, so please! :'/
Character: Cristiano Ronaldo, with mentions Kaka'/Cristiano Ronaldo
Rating: PG
Word count: 448
Type: drabble
Warnings: angst
The sun light hits my face and wakes me up from a dream about him. I sit slowly on the edge of my bed and move all of my members carefully like they're going to break. They don't.
I feel like all of my senses are wrapped in a thick layer of cottonwool. I can not hear noise from the street right just outside my window. I can not see anything but this space where he used to lie. His pillow is still warm, filled with his smell and for me it's like a precious treasure now.
My fingers are unconsciously wandering to the lips where I can barely feel hot marks of his kisses from the last night. I shiver on the memory of all kisses I've ever received from him. I can mention all of them, they're branded into my mind.
I walk slowly to the window and force my eyes to notice all of these people down there. They are still acting like nothing's changed, they are going to work, to school, to the grocery. Like it's the same day like yesterday.
I walk to the kitchen with bare foot and I hope that the cold touch of the marble will wake me up. The jug seems too far for me to reach. The resignation is overwhelming me like never before. I'm giving up the thought about coffee and I'm looking for some clothes. I have no idea how I look right now and I really don't care. My ears barely catch the quiet click of an opening car as I'm getting into an expensive Audi. I have no idea how long I've been driving to Valdebebas but I get an irrational feeling to drive away to my flat and fall into the pillows in my bed and never get out again when I get there. I see Marcelo waving at me and it's the only thing that can make me get out of my car right now.
I try to look like I'm listening to any of my team mates and like their words are understandable for me. Actually, I hear only the muffled mumbling, like I'm in the long tunnel. The weak smile is glued to my face until I open the door in my flat. The sports bag is falling on the ground with a noise, just like I do. The smile left my face and the only thing I can do now is crying. Cascades of tears are running down my cheeks and I hope I will sink in them.
All of the people used to say that when he will be gone the world won't end. They were terribly wrong.
I can barely see what I've written and it's unbeta'ed beacuse after I found a news that Kaka' will be gone from Real Madrid on the polish offical RM site I'm crying like a little girl and I needed to soothe my poor white heart somehow so I've written this.
Comments will be like a lotion for my broken heart, so please! :'/