From Morning Kisses To Alfajores
Title: From Morning Kisses To Alfajores
Characters: Mysterious pairing
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: This didn't happened, I'm drunk!
A/N: please be kind, this is my first fic EVER! so treat me gently! English isn't my first language so... there! Also, Not beta'd! :D
Comments: Are more than welcome!
I'd been lying on my bed for hours now, in the same position, just staring at the ceiling, without moving, just contemplating how my life would be without him.
without being able to see him, to smell him, to feel him every day;
unable to call or text him any day to tell him how much I love him; though never with those three words, never directly, because even when I don't -can't- say it, he knows how I feel for him… or just to talk about random things like: "J'y suis presque!"* Because he worries when -If- I'm late for training; or "Veuillez ne pas manger tous les Alfajores***! Rappelez-vous, votre maman a envoyé ce pour les deux! ... Ok mon amour, pourriez-vous au moins me laisser quelques-uns?"** Because he loves to eat, and although he always ends up doing it (eating everything before I come home) I could never get mad at him for it.
being unable to wake by his side every day
to fight with him every morning when he tries to kiss me without -him- even brushing his teeth, so we started tossing and turning in bed till we end up lying on the ground laughing (he always on top of me because of his back problems).
and that is what I'm going to miss the most, not being able to hear his laugh, that laugh that made me look up, and saw him (really see him) for the first time, and made me fall in love like I had never done in my life.
How will I live without him?
How can I live without him?
suddenly, a thunderous sound pulls me out of my thoughts, and without even looking I know who is the sender of that message... HIM... My love.
but I can't see, I don't, do not want to read that 'goodbye' I know is going to be there, but ... I read it and ... that weight I felt in my chest is suddenly gone. I feel I can breathe again, that my heart is beating again; I feel alive again.
Pipa: "Ancelotti wants me! :) I'm not going anywhere! :) :) :)"
Pipa: "Wait for me for dinner! I'll bring dessert... my mom sent us Alfajores***! ;)"
The End
*“I'm on my way”
**"Please do not eat all the cookies! Remember, your mom sent it to them! ... Ok my love, could you at least give me some?"
*** ’Alfajores’ are some kind of pastry from Argentina, I couldn’t find an equivalent word for it (it translates like biscuits but I didn’t wanted to used it) they’re amazing btw!! :D