It seemed that many changes occurred during my lengthy absence, huge chances. I felt like I've missed half of my life, the most important events have been stole to me during my escape, an awful feeling. nevertheless of my prodigious efforts to catch up those moments, I had the feeling it was not enough. I felt I was like a stranger among the living humans, and that even in the presence of my friends, my only two friends that stood by my side, who covered my ass for my shits, invented lies as an explanation to the people we had in common in order to protect me. If I didn't had Kay and Julia, man, I wouldn't even dare to think of where would I be. Dead or alive. They both saved my life, and never ever I'd forget that hearty gesture of theirs. I owed them on my life.
Among the changes that followed up, was definitely concerning Kaylee and Ilkay. While we kept in touch during my stay in Chicago, she had keep me updated about her "special" relation going on with him, that they were some kind of "special friends", and nothing more. I really didn't believe her, because I still had the memory of how attached she was to him, and the too many times she mentioned of his name in our conversations, it was too obvious, something was growing on between them, and what I witnessed between these two just confirmed my sayings. She had fallen for him, and so deeply. Ilkay was a sweet caring man, giving her attention, love, and much more I guessed, he made my bestie so happy, and I couldn't be happier for the two. I was related not later than yesterday, the risky effort Sila used to get Ilkay back, my jaw remained wide open at Kaylee's sayings. How was it possible for such bitchy kinky people to exist. Whatever, these two held strong and nothing else mattered.
On the following day of my return, the girls had me held a diner out in honor my presence, at the very classy Italian restaurant Zucchero. Many times I had wondered that Marco could be there, sharing a good time with his fellows, eating his fave dish pasta and salad, I even tried to visualize this scene. Gosh, the wishful thinker I was, and my insane boundless imagination, I was crazy. Marco would never grant me his indulgence, the ultimate thing I was seeking for. Wait, was I even permitted to seek for that special mercy, after every miseries I caused to him.
At the diner, I felt extremely bad for this whole situation, I was again entirely independent on my two friends, as I was poor, without a euro in my pocket or in my bank account, I had nothing, a pure miserable girl. Kaylee gifted me with a new Iphone 6, bag, and Julia gave me an envelope containing euros. I kindly denied the expensive gifts, I didn't deserve all of them, that was way too much. But the obstinate Kaylee not even gave me a second to debate, that she said "you take the gifts and don't put a single word Brookie" and with a smile. With no choices left, I finally took the gifts.
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08/03/2015
A typical Sunday, with a typical rainy snowy day, the typical winter day in Dortmund. Sitting on the disposed couch of the window edge, I admired through at the window at the heavy snow flakes falling, snow that rapidly filmed the naked leafless trees, the cars parked on the street, everything. I never been a fan of the winter season, I disliked so passionately the cold, but had been always a fervent admirer of the snow and the beauty it had to give to our eyes. I didn't remember for how my mind has been away from my body , I guessed a while, because my mug of hot hot chocolate had turned cold already. Thanks to my phone beep notification which probably had awake me of my lunatic trance. I gave a trt to the cold cocoa chocolate milk, but only at the contact of the cold liquid to my lips made me pull a face, I disliked cold milk on winter, it was disgusting. No matter of the amount of warmness heat processed by the many heaters installed in every rooms of the apartment.
In a swing movement, ready to jump off the couch, Kaylee popped from nowhere, with that big smile on her face. From the clothes she was had on, and the wide smile, it could only says she was about to meet her boy.
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One In A Million
ФанфикшнIt started in Ibiza with a first but cold contact. Brooke is an ordinary girl, living her life, enjoying the simple things that life has to offer. Marco is rich, a famous footballer, and living a luxurious life style. Something with Brooke definite...
