Just another cliche love story || football one shots

One more time. - Rafinha Alcántara

'Would you dance with me, my future star?' she asked at the rythim of an ancient vals. 

'C'mon Maleen! Can we enjoy real music?' he exclaimed, pretending annoyance. 

They were in the middle of the ballroom, breaking the emptiness of it. Rafinha had gone to pick her girlfriend up, as she had finished with the dancing classes in her studio.

'Sorry? And what do you believe to be 'real music'?' 

'Something like... SAMBA' he said, as he grabbed her by her waist closer to him. 

'Ah nono,  but you taught me to not dance this type of dancing with anyone...' she told him playfully. 

'Obviously, you're meant to only dance with me . Always remember that'.

'Oh yes? And if I forget it? What would happen?'

'Mm...I would have to follow you till the end of the world, sorry' 

'Oh no! I'd have to run so' 

'No matter how fast you run, I'd fly if it's necessary'.

'Oook, you're so sweet, whats going on with you? You're never this mellow'.

'Nothing you silly, I'm your boyfriend, can't I say nice comments?'

Although Rafa tried to convince her, Maleen could see that something was happening to her boyfriend, who acted in an odd way. She knew he loved her, and he was always kind with her, but there was an chasm between this and the sudden sweetness. 

'Ok ok, can we go dinner now? I'm starving' 

'Of course, after you princess' he added -again- that type of commentary. 

The night was felt as if it was running for Rafa. One moment he was asking for the menu and in a blik of eyes he was eating the dessert. He could see some strange sensation in him, as if he was flying, losing his mind in her eyes. He felt cursi, like if it was all a cheap copy of 'The Notebook'. He... he didn't know what to do. 

They were walking down the street, heading to a bench under a tree. However, loneliness took place in Rafa's view, losing sight of Maleen. 

'Love? Love? Where are you?' he exclaimed quiet, expecting her to be playing a game with him. 

There was no answer. 

'Maleen?' he started to desesperate. 'Maleen are you alright? MALEEN?' he screamed this last time. 

His legs were trembling and his hands were shaking. His veins felt as if they were closing in and he could see his lungs suffocating.His mind was going up and down with no stopping. The buildings were falling apart as the streets were melting. Shouts and crying were listened though nobody appeared in the scene.  His brain showed him an answer, one he had been afraid to admit for months. At that moment, that particulary moment, Maleen appeared, causing his heart to break down. 

'Can I kiss you, Rafa?' she asked innocentely. 

'Of couse, but do it fast' he exclaimed nervous.

'Why?' she insisted annoyed. 

'Because I'm about to wake up' he told her among tears. 

The world faded out, leaving only her eyes to be admired one last time. 

Rafinha woke up exalted. He didn't understand what had happened. He couldn't, as he never had met any single Maleen. 

Who was she? Where were them? Why he can't forget her eyes?  

And the most important: Will he ever see her again?