Firelighter | ✓

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some of the songs i listen throughout the process of writing this fic - 8tracks.com/kramerpudding/firelighter-lewandowski

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Present

Like what Robert promised in his endless letters to his lover, he took a flight back to Dortmund. He had arranged a week off with the club's management and booked a flight home. The flight arrived at 5:45 am and Mama had arranged Jack to pick the boy at the airport.

'How are you been doing?' Jack asked, patting him in the back.

The footballer smiled half-heartedly and shrugged, 'Good. It's good to be home. How's everyone?' He asked and it was Jack's turn to shrug.

'We are all good. Sam got accepted into his school's football team. Charlie went on a science fair last week. I think yeah we are good.' They loaded the stuffs and the car leave the terminal headed home. 'How about you?' Jack asked back and Robert shrugged, 'For now, I think I'm good.'

'Oh, great. Good for you. You did well on that last match.' Jack complimented him, causing the footballer to smile. 'Well oh, we found someone who wants to buy the apartment.'

'Really? Who?' Robert asked interestingly.

'A couple actually. They just got engaged. Looking for furnished apartment.' Jack mumbled, nonchalantly, 'Payment has settled just a couple more paperworks--'

Robert paid no attention to him, he kept confusing on the fact that a pair of lover had bought his and Elle's apartment. Engaged while he and Elle never got a chance. They are two people who make it through, vowing to stay together forever.

They are the lucky ones.

He wished Elle and him were given the same chance; together and engaged. Vowing to stay with each other, thinking about it made him happy; but then he knew the danger of daydreaming.

Sweet but painful.

He smiled softly and glanced out, 'I just they take a very good care of it.'

'I think they will.'

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They had dinner together, he had noticed a couple of difference on the table. The table was new, marble and fit for 8 people. They were slight quiet, Mama didn't talk much and there is an empty chair sitting in front of him.

There is an empty chair sitting in front of him, mocking him.

A fucking chair is mocking him.

How did he get this low?

(He quietly wished that every time he looked up, his eyes would meet her bright blue eyes, widened as she told the stories and joked; it didn't happened.)

'I have game this Saturday.' Sam broke the silence, dropping the spoon against the plate loudly (that caused Danielle to glare at the boy sharply) to grab his glass. 'Are you coming, Lewy?' He asked hopefully.

'Uncle Lewy, Sammy. Uncle.' Jack muttered.

The footballer nodded, 'Of course I will, I'm not going to miss your debut.' Sam yelled happily, throwing his fist up with joy.

'Yes! I'll win and we can bring the medal to show it to Aunt Ellie.' Sam muttered, eyeing his mother with puppy eyes. 'I know I promise that we will visit Aunt Ellie every Saturday but I have work.'

'But mama, we never missed our usual Saturday.' Charlie frowned. So that's what they do on Saturday. For the past 2 months they went to visit Elle's grave, he thought and felt bad.