It's almost midnight and Kaká looks at him, at once hesitant and dangerous; almost says, she's waiting for me. He almost says, I should go. What he does say is, "Are you going to kiss me or not?", soft, petulant if not for that smile, small and curving in the darkness. Andriy does, exactly on the stroke of midnight like a scene from an American film, perfect and precise like the way his foot curves around a football; but Kaká doesn't see green when he closes his eyes, doesn't taste it.
OKMGGGGGGGGGG I so love this part! This is my favorite part so far! Great style of writing, and everything! Wow! Kudos to you, and your great ideas!!!
this was beautiful and the feeling that both are getting to a point where you know things are changing that they are at the fork in the road and want to hold off for just a little longer is beautiful. thank you for another great chapter I am in love with all of them.
In a way, Andriy runs for a living; football as escapism, he thinks in that moment, football as childhood, football as fear, fear of love, fear as love, and what, what --)
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It's almost midnight and Kaká looks at him, at once hesitant and dangerous; almost says, she's waiting for me. He almost says, I should go. What he does say is, "Are you going to kiss me or not?", soft, petulant if not for that smile, small and curving in the darkness. Andriy does, exactly on the stroke of midnight like a scene from an American film, perfect and precise like the way his foot curves around a football; but Kaká doesn't see green when he closes his eyes, doesn't taste it.
OKMGGGGGGGGGG I so love this part!
This is my favorite part so far!
Great style of writing, and everything! Wow!
Kudos to you, and your great ideas!!!
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so absurdly perfect.
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