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16. Imagine | Gareth Bale

Okay, maybe a bit too soon but I wanted to post this imagine so y'all can tell me if it's yay or nay so I can post an imagine next time it not, depending how is this one.

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It hurts when you see your ex boyfriend for 6 years all over again in the crowds streets of Cardiff. The feelings rush back like a wave of tsunami, brining back all the memories and moments I had spent together with him, laughing, crying, holding hands...

But now, seeing him after all these years, it felt uneasy. The urge to kiss him came back in an instant, to touch him and to surrender myself over to him.

All of it.

There he stood, in blue faded jeans and a white button down shirt, shades covering his all too familiar green eyes.

Eyes that I remember too well.

Flawless as ever.

On the crowdy streets of Cardiff, it only seemed like us two. His eyes suddenly snapped at me, making me horrified. With a confused expression up his face, he walked slowly towards me at first but then ran.

Literally ran.

And I lost my breath. All over again. The same when I had seen him back for the first time.

"Emma--"

"Gareth." I say, loving his name on my tongue.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ran like a maniac to you. I'm sorry, I just-- wanted to see you again before you left. Emma, I miss you so much, I have so much to tell you and... " He refers to me leaving 8 years ago when we were still in college, and still a couple.

I knew things wouldn't work with him having dreams for football and me being the plain old...

Me.

"Gareth, we shouldn't be seeing each other. I'm sorry, this is a huge mistake." I began stuttering, something I always did when I saw him because of course, I lost all my senses. "This was just an accident, us meeting here like this but you have to know this is nothing." I hold back my tears when I see him like that.

So exposed and vulnerable.

"You're telling me that meeting each other after all those years is nothing? That it was simply an act of fate? You're telling me that, all those six years of holding hands, kissing, hugging, talking to each other... meant nothing to you?"

Bright green eyes make me feel exposed... shattered.

Mustering up every ounce of courage in my body, I say, "Yes, I'm telling you exactly that." A tear spilling from my eyes is enough for him to realise that I'm lying. His right hand holds my face while the other goes around my waist.

He kisses me, urgently, feverishly. He bites my bottom lip, earning a sigh form me. Being skillfull as ever, he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth.

Funny how much I loved him and never told him that. Soon, I pull away from him, and rest our foreheads together. "Why did you leave me? All of a sudden? Was there someone else?"

I quickly shake my head and cry a little more, "How can you think that? It was you, it had always been you. It was no one else for me, never ever. Just you. I didn't want to hold you back frok your dreams... Gareth." I break into a sob.

Hunger is evident in his eyes.

"I'm still in love with you, Emma. Please don't push me away. Not after I have found you, please. I am still in love with you, always was and I still am. I'm sorry baby I never got the chance to tell you. I was going to tell you but that day... You left me. I love you."

My throat was dry but I still managed to kiss him, hard. "I've always been in love with you, Gareth Bale."