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To be loved is heaven, everyone knows that. However, to be loved rarely halftime, and be getting hurt the other 50%, that is hell. Sadly for a young Spaniard named Marc Marquez, that is all he knows. For love has blinded him, and his every tear is dedicated to what he believes is his forever; Valentino Rossi. A smoker of a man, devoted to marring his own untouched skin, and pushing people away. Only the crazed, young boy--Marc--can so slightly soften his stone heart. Though, that information is to be ripped through his cold, dead hands. A tragic pairing, these two, yet, they heal the other. Somewhat. If sex, constant fights, shared showers, and unnecessarily long hugs count.
This is a story about two MotoGP riders, that go from idolized strangers, to rivals, friends, enemies, lovers, and strangers, all over, way too often. Their thoughts, hopeless dreams, and constant pained expressions are nothing, compared to how much it hurts them both.
Hey, ive changed their ages in my story; Vale is 30, while Marc is 22. I know this is inaccurate. Their heights and appearances stay the same, unless i mention any type of (for example) different haircolors or such. Another thing; this isnt played out a specific year, or a specific place, and im not too in on MotoGP, so some things will be inaccurate. I hope you like this story, and I will try my best to update frequently, even if im unmotivated. Have fun!
TW! For harsh language/cursing, Self-harm, sex, fighting, family issues, attempted suicide, eating disorder.