⭐ COMPLETE ⭐
❤️Steve Rogers❤️
They both know the truth.
But they love each other too much to accept reality...
What would happen if two people from two different reality fell in love?
Would their love be enough?
What if they are from the same world...
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I open my eyes and I do not understand what is happening. I find myself in the middle of a sidewalk, where I am literally overwhelmed by the crowd. People walking quietly, there are those who yell on the phone against some poor unfortunate and those who are simply out shopping. I look up to the sky and in the distance I can see the Statue of Liberty. Even at this distance it is bewitching. Majestic. This is New York. I turn my gaze to the tall skyscrapers, I've never seen anything so impressive in my life. Honestly, I've never seen anything other than Brookville. I have never gone beyond its borders, for one reason or another I have never been able to visit any other place. The fault of a father too oppressive. For him I don't need to go anywhere else, all I need is Brookville and I have to make it enough. It's my home and it has to be enough. I have never even had friends with whom to escape to foreign places and then get lost in the meandering unknown cities. It is as if Brookville were a black hole that drawing everything in with its innate and devastating force of gravity, not allowing anyone who unfortunately ends up in it to get out. That city is the gate to hell. God I hate that place. A moment later my sense of smell is tickled by a sweet, inviting, captivating smell. I look to my left and notice a wonderful shop that sells cupcakes. Whit a couple of steps I reach the shop. All the cupcakes are arranged in rows in their beautiful and colorful display cases, as if they were precious jewels ready to embellish the palate of a lucky customer. The shop is full of all kinds of people. There is a couple, they are two beautiful guys holding hands and laughing together. Their eyes are so full of love that I have to look away. Looking at them is painful. Painful for me that I have never felt such a great love and maybe I never will. Next to them there is a beautiful woman with a wonderful baby bump, her husband gently stroking her belly continues to whisper that she is beautiful and that if she wants she can eat all the cupcakes she wants because she is perfect like this. Further on, sitting at a table is a sweet granny with her two granddaughters. She is telling them how their grandfather courted her and how he convinced her only thanks to his sweet smile. I take a few step when suddenly I come across one of those delicious hot dog carts, just like the ones I've only seen in movies. A little girl tries to get her mom's attention at all costs. She craves a hot dog so badly. A smile escapes my lips. Suddenly a thought strikes me like a bolt from a clear sky. I'm dreaming. It cannot be otherwise. Even if it's so real it's all just a dream. Well honestly I'm not complaining...better all this than the usual damn nightmare that invades my nights for almost 10 years! I don't care if I'm dreaming. I'm here and I want to enjoy the moment. I turn around trying to absorb everything I can. Colors, flavors, smells, emotions. I still spin around. Again. And again. Until I run out of breath and stop, with my head down and short of breath. When I raise my head my gaze is chained to the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They are turquoise like a Caribbean sea. Turquoise like a spring sky. Only after a few seconds I realize the wonder that surrounds those eyes. A perfect face, a greek god. The jawline is absolutely perfect as if it had been carved in marble by Leonardo Da Vinci himself. Fleshy, red and sinful lips that just at that moment curve into a pleased grin. I return to his eyes, pure lapis lazuli, and I realize that he too is staring at me. And now he's walking towards me. Breath become more difficult. As soon as he reaches me he gives me a breathtaking smile, white teeth as pearls, and with a firm but sweet voice he says "Hi, I'm Steve" My legs are shaking and a shiver runs down my spine. I can't help but notice an emerald green tinge in the center of his irises. And I'm fascinated again. I remain speechless for a few seconds and as soon as my neurons are operational again I try to gather all my strength and, with a faint voice and my cheeks on fire, I finally answer him... "Hi, my name is Lily".
