Someone was following her... She felt a fear never experienced before.. A chase, all she wanted to scream, to run.. Far away from everyone, from every voice, every touch. She speeded up... Faster and faster.. Now she was running, away from the stalker, with speed increasing every second. And then collapsed, again in his arms.
He lifted her face up, stared deep in her eyes and then kissed her. So deep, so intense, it felt like eternity. Embracing each other, lost in each other. It was a moment to die for. Suddenly, it started raining. Light drops slowly turning into a stormy night, but they were together, still together in an embrace. She didn't even noticed when tears drops started rolling down her cheeks but he distinguished the warm drops from the cold ones.No more tears please..
She opened her eyes. It was 5:30 in the morning.
Stop haunting my dreams.
She broke in tears...
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Football is not a matter of life or death. It's much more important than that.
This quote of Bill Shankly perfectly describes the wild passion that drives the game, the tendency of its fans to suspend all rationality for 90 minutes and believe, truly believe, there is much more at stake than 3 points or a place in the next round of the competition.
At times, football has changed the world. We have witnessed it multiple times. Certainly, this week, when England's hopes of playing in play offs are either realised or thwarted over two games, that all consuming belief will surface all again.
The playing eleven, Felix Sanders
, Josh Taylor, Harley Rogers, Tobias Clark, Nathan Scott, Mason Smith,captain Aaron Hayes, Finn Thomas, Dylan Johnson, Alexander Wilson and star striker Chris Stark.
Football really is a matter of life or death, the difference between war and peace, part of a fork in the road of human history.
In the last match, Stark closed the match by the most brilliant run of the day, dribbling the ball past the whole field and left nothing to be desired in this respect.He closes the TV. All hopes, all aspirations, all dreams. It was his dream to play for his nation. To be a part of the winning squad and now, he is so close, the chase is almost completed, at the verge of termination. Last time, that was a nightmare, he was still trying to forget. All those chanting, it had been four years since that match, but it still felt like yesterday. Some wounds are not on skin, they cut deep into the soul.
Lee
Sebastian Lee.
That bastard.Stark, captain is calling us.
It was Felix, Felix Sanders, our central attacking midfielder... Stark and Sanders.. Deadly combination.. On the ground.. Off the ground. His roommate.
Alright, we will be there. Just give me five minutes.
He put his t-shirt on, tied the laces of his shoes, flicked his hair and headed towards the door.
After five minutes, they were in pre match press conference. Si bright the flash lights. The cheer, the applaud. He was their hero after all. Waving his hands, he moved towards the table and took his place besides captain Aaron Hayes. Hayes patted on his back.
Mr Stark, you are looking fab tonight.
Oh, thank you. With a charming smile, he blushed in his faked perfection.
Awwww, his smile, so cute.
Millions of fans screamed, watching him live on TV.
Mr Stark, what are going to do next??
What would be your next move??
Are you going to repeat last talismanic performance??
He was answering them all in his charming facade. Monotonous, with a well located smile. Every word well suited.
How can you be so perfect??
I am not.
Yes, you are. Person replied with all of his confidence.
Yes, you are.
Same words, same tone, same confidence. She had said that.
Can you hear the bell??
I am sick of ringing
Please, please tell me
Do you even want me in???She had read his diary, his personal diary. He was so angry. He would had destroyed that entire room, if, she were not there. It took him, his entire strength to neutralise his anger.
Don't.
Not again. Never.But you are so good. I can't believe you have written them yourself. This is beautiful.
Don't.
Chris.
And he melted. One touch.
How can you be so perfect??
I am not.
Yes, you are.
He could picture her. Hairs cascading down the shoulders, proud face and empty eyes. She might be broken down but not a single emotion can betray her face. She didn't walked, she strutted. All the earth was her runaway. She was his Zahra. Zahra Alexander.
Hey Chris, alright Bro???
Absolutely.
Now he was smiling again, but this time, it was genuine. A smile that can lit up the darkest soul. There was a combination between his eyes and his smile.
Dangerous.
Yes, you are.
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RomancePart 1 laments of destiny All she ever wanted to be the only one.. All she ever got, being the other one.. A dream slowly turned into a desire slowly a nightmare.. What a huge difference a single tear cam make?? Weep no more my lady Weep no more