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Title: “Imagine...”
Language: English.
Sequence: 14/?
Rating: PG
Word count: 642
Pairings: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII.
Disclaimer: Not true.
Author notes: I swear to God I didn't know that Coleen was pregnant. This was written a few months ago and I noticed about her pregnancy today. I'm a kind of wizard.
PS. This chapter is horribly written, at least for me. I'm so sorry.
7 years later.
Wayne is set up for life. He keeps playing for Manchester United although right now, almost at the age of thirty, he's going to sign a permanent contract with that fantastic club he's been defending its colours with passion during his life.
Coleen doesn't live with him anymore because of complicated marital matters after the British young man noticed about her infidelities with another man, in spite of leading a perfect life full of luxuries and commodities next to the striker. Also, they have a beautiful boy who is provided with both parents' gorgeous characteristics. That little child is the most marvelous bond who still unites this divorced couple.
But despite all those ups and downs during his life, Wayne considers himself a very happy and complete person. Complete?
His fullness after the adversities of life shatters in a second when a yellowish and ancient photo falls into his hands. It goes back to two thousand and eight, no doubt about it.
It's nothing more than a photo that he asked to be taken the day of his wedding and there they are: wearing smoking, impeccable and perfect. Wayne's face, now marked by the pass of the years, looked radiant and full of happiness. His face, set with a soft and unusual half smile, soothing the pain into his chest but he can't hide it from Wayne's eyes. However, so beautiful, so careful, so delicate, so him. It's a pity that a few chaps and dust have ruined that precious photograph which painted that... moment. Not a very happy moment, by the way. Is he happy right now? He forgot about it all a long time ago, his mind has kept it for years in some drawer of memories. He stopped talking to him in winter two thousand and nine but he's never known where he's been. And... why? Why did he forsake him? Pain? Was it because of Coleen's fault? Was it because of her words? Why didn't he asked before choosing? Did he think that Wayne preferred a life next to that tender little woman who later cheated on him and broke up like nothing to risk everything to live with him? Wayne didn't know.
On the back of the picture, some words and numbers are written. It's his handwriting. And it looks a little bit more recent relative with the age of that photograph.
"14thJuly - Where our waltz took place"
Wayne can't get the reason of those words at first but he thinks he knows about what they're all about. Honestly, he knows everything about that date. It's a date to be forgotten; he can remember that moment, magic and full of unreality, too much majesty in such a small thing, in only one night. Maybe the most beautiful night he's ever experimented in his whole life. With a painful, nostalgic and anxious tone, though.
---
That date is stuck on Wayne's mind until that day. He can't stop thinking about it. He thinks and meditates about its possible meaning in front of the digital calendar shown in front of his blue eyes on a giant screen at his place, lying back on a wide and soft armchair.
Today is 14th July. He closes his eyes for a while.
At night, it doesn't matter how noisy John and Darren are and the bunch of stupidities said by them. They don't bother at all to Wayne, he's completely obsessed with that date. He's been lost among his thoughts for uncountable hours until his spirit comes back to his body and...
"I gotta go."
He suddenly exclaims as he sprangs to his feet not even looking at his guests.
"Hey, Wazza! What's up, man? Where are your going?"
Before finishing that phrase, Wayne is running to the front door. A slam is the last thing they hear.
Language: English.
Sequence: 14/?
Rating: PG
Word count: 642
Pairings: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII.
Disclaimer: Not true.
Author notes: I swear to God I didn't know that Coleen was pregnant. This was written a few months ago and I noticed about her pregnancy today. I'm a kind of wizard.
PS. This chapter is horribly written, at least for me. I'm so sorry.
7 years later.
Wayne is set up for life. He keeps playing for Manchester United although right now, almost at the age of thirty, he's going to sign a permanent contract with that fantastic club he's been defending its colours with passion during his life.
Coleen doesn't live with him anymore because of complicated marital matters after the British young man noticed about her infidelities with another man, in spite of leading a perfect life full of luxuries and commodities next to the striker. Also, they have a beautiful boy who is provided with both parents' gorgeous characteristics. That little child is the most marvelous bond who still unites this divorced couple.
But despite all those ups and downs during his life, Wayne considers himself a very happy and complete person. Complete?
His fullness after the adversities of life shatters in a second when a yellowish and ancient photo falls into his hands. It goes back to two thousand and eight, no doubt about it.
It's nothing more than a photo that he asked to be taken the day of his wedding and there they are: wearing smoking, impeccable and perfect. Wayne's face, now marked by the pass of the years, looked radiant and full of happiness. His face, set with a soft and unusual half smile, soothing the pain into his chest but he can't hide it from Wayne's eyes. However, so beautiful, so careful, so delicate, so him. It's a pity that a few chaps and dust have ruined that precious photograph which painted that... moment. Not a very happy moment, by the way. Is he happy right now? He forgot about it all a long time ago, his mind has kept it for years in some drawer of memories. He stopped talking to him in winter two thousand and nine but he's never known where he's been. And... why? Why did he forsake him? Pain? Was it because of Coleen's fault? Was it because of her words? Why didn't he asked before choosing? Did he think that Wayne preferred a life next to that tender little woman who later cheated on him and broke up like nothing to risk everything to live with him? Wayne didn't know.
On the back of the picture, some words and numbers are written. It's his handwriting. And it looks a little bit more recent relative with the age of that photograph.
"14thJuly - Where our waltz took place"
Wayne can't get the reason of those words at first but he thinks he knows about what they're all about. Honestly, he knows everything about that date. It's a date to be forgotten; he can remember that moment, magic and full of unreality, too much majesty in such a small thing, in only one night. Maybe the most beautiful night he's ever experimented in his whole life. With a painful, nostalgic and anxious tone, though.
---
That date is stuck on Wayne's mind until that day. He can't stop thinking about it. He thinks and meditates about its possible meaning in front of the digital calendar shown in front of his blue eyes on a giant screen at his place, lying back on a wide and soft armchair.
Today is 14th July. He closes his eyes for a while.
At night, it doesn't matter how noisy John and Darren are and the bunch of stupidities said by them. They don't bother at all to Wayne, he's completely obsessed with that date. He's been lost among his thoughts for uncountable hours until his spirit comes back to his body and...
"I gotta go."
He suddenly exclaims as he sprangs to his feet not even looking at his guests.
"Hey, Wazza! What's up, man? Where are your going?"
Before finishing that phrase, Wayne is running to the front door. A slam is the last thing they hear.