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Random Ruud/Cristiano drabble, exactly 100 words, maybe PG-13, posted because... well, you know who you are, you cruel, cruel people with your kind words and tempting bribes.
Cris wrote him a letter two months after he left, telling him everything he hadn't told him before. It made a difference. It made him wish he hadn't had to go.
He wrote again a month later, visited a week after that, looked at him in a way that made him breathless. Sex in a claustrophobic room, too hot, too tense, too brief before Cris had to leave again. Too soon.
Postcards after that, blank or pictures of Manchester, Blackpool, things he missed. A year; Cris's English improved, even his writing changed.
A year. Now it's different. He doesn't reply.
Cris wrote him a letter two months after he left, telling him everything he hadn't told him before. It made a difference. It made him wish he hadn't had to go.
He wrote again a month later, visited a week after that, looked at him in a way that made him breathless. Sex in a claustrophobic room, too hot, too tense, too brief before Cris had to leave again. Too soon.
Postcards after that, blank or pictures of Manchester, Blackpool, things he missed. A year; Cris's English improved, even his writing changed.
A year. Now it's different. He doesn't reply.