He wanted to scream, to fall on his knees, to cry, to remove this burning pain in his chest, but instead of it, he stood there paralyzed, not saying a word, not crying, just having a picture of her laying on the deathbed, all pale and cold, in front of his eyes. If this could be a dream, if he could wake up and saw her sleeping next to him and when she wakes up, that she smiles, like she did always and kisses him and then opens her eyes for the first time that morning. And the smell of her hair when they cuddle. If she could be back, alive. The pain was so hard, and soon the weather turned from the sunny to the rain. He just stood, on the rain, not giving a fuck about his hair or will he get sick, without her, he had no idea how is he supposed to turn a new page in his life.
Saul Niguez, the footballer of Atletico de Madrid, born in Elche, currently felt like person without identity.
❝The way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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