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Tittle: "Choice"
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true.
Word Count: 348
Author Notes: I'm on holidays and I have nothing better to do but studying and writing, did you notice?
The afternoon dream drives you to lethargy of magical and fantastic characteristics.
Almost into a drowsy veil, you walk across all rooms of your enormous and illuminated house. Each of them with a particular light but the same lie-true sensation in all of them. Fresh aroma of the flowers; Sun shaft crosses from one side to the other of the living room; Multicoloured candles over the varnished furniture of dark texture; dried vegetables of sharp shapes inside vases of painted clay.
You run your hand over the bar which divides the room in two, feeling cracks over its surface.
"Wayne, she's my girlfriend."
He said once in that place, now empty in this Sunday afternoon.
"Girlfriend?", you thought while you feign a wide smile and greet the slender brunette who notably was a model. "When did you start dating girls, Cristiano? She can notice there's something between us by only looking into our eyes."
You let out a sigh and the breeze renews and wraps you. You've never thought that precious afternoon would paint your soul of blue.
You listen how your wife moves on the sprung bed base-sofa behind you, barefoot, beautiful as every female in this world; her small body is hidden behind a thin dress made of white satin that go well with her pale skin and her features which are very different from your dear Portuguese friend.
Oh, Coleen. How long have you been bearing the double life that your husband has been leading during these years?
Blame overcomes you and you get close to her. You take the book which is hold by her hand and close it, leaving it on floor before kissing her forehead. She smiles and you cannot take that blame away; it's like stone bag hanging from your sternum.
Your cell phone vibrates into your pocket and you wake up suddenly in a few seconds.
"Open the door, I'm right there."
Over and over again you'll succumb to the temptation.
Why is your life like this?
The worst of all is that you chose to live in this way.
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true.
Word Count: 348
Author Notes: I'm on holidays and I have nothing better to do but studying and writing, did you notice?
The afternoon dream drives you to lethargy of magical and fantastic characteristics.
Almost into a drowsy veil, you walk across all rooms of your enormous and illuminated house. Each of them with a particular light but the same lie-true sensation in all of them. Fresh aroma of the flowers; Sun shaft crosses from one side to the other of the living room; Multicoloured candles over the varnished furniture of dark texture; dried vegetables of sharp shapes inside vases of painted clay.
You run your hand over the bar which divides the room in two, feeling cracks over its surface.
"Wayne, she's my girlfriend."
He said once in that place, now empty in this Sunday afternoon.
"Girlfriend?", you thought while you feign a wide smile and greet the slender brunette who notably was a model. "When did you start dating girls, Cristiano? She can notice there's something between us by only looking into our eyes."
You let out a sigh and the breeze renews and wraps you. You've never thought that precious afternoon would paint your soul of blue.
You listen how your wife moves on the sprung bed base-sofa behind you, barefoot, beautiful as every female in this world; her small body is hidden behind a thin dress made of white satin that go well with her pale skin and her features which are very different from your dear Portuguese friend.
Oh, Coleen. How long have you been bearing the double life that your husband has been leading during these years?
Blame overcomes you and you get close to her. You take the book which is hold by her hand and close it, leaving it on floor before kissing her forehead. She smiles and you cannot take that blame away; it's like stone bag hanging from your sternum.
Your cell phone vibrates into your pocket and you wake up suddenly in a few seconds.
"Open the door, I'm right there."
Over and over again you'll succumb to the temptation.
Why is your life like this?
The worst of all is that you chose to live in this way.