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don’t stop at a matt murdock in spider-man:nwh cameo. let’s do a matt murdock trilogy. matt murdock cinematic universe. matt murdock theme park. matt murdock island. matt murdock planet.
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#MATTMURDOCKHOMECOMING Countdown to NWH
(i will look like such a fool if he isn’t in the movie lmao)
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#update for science
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steverogwrs · 3 years
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Just Chris Evans being rude and uncalled for too good looking.
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chris evans masterlist.
the following works are my own writing. do not plagiarize or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.
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home. | c.e. ⟶ love, family and fluff.
love u. | c.e. ⟶ love, family, marriage and fluff.
soulmate. | c.e. ⟶ love at first sight.
us. | c.e. ⟶ family, angst, pregnancy, lack of fertility and fluff.
fundraiser night. | c.e. ⟶ happiness, love, passion and fluff.
bad. | c.e. ⟶ heartbreak, angst, sadness, longing, ending and drabble.
you were good to me. | c.e. ⟶ heartbreak, angst, sadness, longing, anxiety, bad ending and drabble.
dandelions. | c.e. ⟶ new year's night, happiness, first kiss, fluff, love and passion.
second place. ⟶ heartbreak, bad language, angst, sadness, longing, bad ending, emotional dependency and drabble.
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masterlist.
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steverogwrs · 3 years
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sebastian stan masterlist.
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series.
can we kiss forever? | feel loved. | s.s. ⟶ heartbreak, angst.
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i still love you. | s.s. ⟶ heartbreak, angst.
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masterlist.
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steverogwrs · 3 years
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tom hiddleston masterlist.
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one shots.
no right to love you. | t.h. ⟶ heartbreak, wedding, angst, sadness, longing, bad ending and drabble.
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masterlist.
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request info.
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this post will give you all the information you need in order to request a fic for me!!
please follow.
⟶ to send a request, you must send it in as an ask, either anonymously or not.
⟶ you must inform me whether you want it written as a fic (drabble) or a headcanon, etc.
⟶ prompt dialogues and such are encouraged!
warnings.
⟶ i DO NOT tolerate any discrimination on this blog. this is a safe place. so none of the following will be allowed: racism, xenophobia, homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, fatphobia, kink shaming, etc.
⟶ you do not have my permission to repost, translate, and/or copy any of my works, even if you credit. the only place you will find them will be on this account.
⟶ if you like any of my works, don’t be afraid to leave a comment. reblogging/leaving feedback is much appreciated!!
i write for.
⟶ chris evans.
⟶ sebastian stan.
⟶ tom hiddleston.
⟶ but if you want a different actor or even a character, send me a request.
send a request here!!
i can’t wait to see what you have to request!i can’t wait to see what you have to request!!
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masterlist. ⟶ this is a collection of everything i’ve written!
request info. ⟶ rules and guidelines for requesting a work.
talk to me. ⟶ my inbox, which is always open!!
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request info.
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this post will give you all the information you need in order to request a fic for me!!
please follow.
⟶ to send a request, you must send it in as an ask, either anonymously or not.
⟶ you must inform me whether you want it written as a fic (drabble) or a headcanon, etc.
⟶ prompt dialogues and such are encouraged!
warnings.
⟶ i DO NOT tolerate any discrimination on this blog. this is a safe place. so none of the following will be allowed: racism, xenophobia, homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, fatphobia, kink shaming, etc.
⟶ you do not have my permission to repost, translate, and/or copy any of my works, even if you credit. the only place you will find them will be on this account.
⟶ if you like any of my works, don’t be afraid to leave a comment. reblogging/leaving feedback is much appreciated!!
i write for.
⟶ chris evans.
⟶ sebastian stan.
⟶ tom hiddleston.
⟶ but if you want a different actor or even a character, send me a request.
send a request here!!
i can’t wait to see what you have to request!i can’t wait to see what you have to request!!
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steverogwrs · 3 years
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i miss him.
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steverogwrs · 3 years
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tom hiddleston masterlist.
the following works are my own writing. do not plagiarize or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.
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one shots.
no right to love you. | t.h. ⟶ heartbreak, wedding, angst, sadness, longing, bad ending and drabble.
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masterlist.
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no right to love you. | t.h.
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pairing: tom hiddleston x fem!reader.
summary: everyone has a soul mate but not everyone is able to find yours. you had found your better half, but you had let him go...on your wedding day.
warnings: heartbreak, wedding, angst, sadness, longing, bad ending and drabble.
a/n: hello!! i was inspired by the song ​no right to love you. by rhys lewis. i hope this doesn’t flop and i hope you like it. and if you enjoyed any of these, please reblog and comment. feedback is always appreciated!!
notes: i do not allow the reposting, rewriting or translating of my fics. these are works of my own and i do not give permission for any of the acts stated above.
masterlist.
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everyone has a soul mate, but not everyone will find it.
when i was a kid i liked to think that everyone is destined to find their better half, their perfect match, their reason for living, but as time went by and i stopped believing that until the moment i found mine and still i let go.
they say the wedding day is the happiest day for the bride and her parents, it was supposed to be my day and i still screwed it up. every day i woke up and looked at the empty side of the bed and he wasn't there, his favorite shirt was hanging on the chair by the dresser, his favorite books were on the shelf in my room. the room was huge, but there every day lying in the same bed and waking up alone i felt lonely and small and it was all my fault.
i fix my hair and take a deep breath, wedding was supposed to be a memorable day and not a day of sadness or loneliness, i ended up turning that celebration into a monochromatic and lifeless day. in my kitchen there was still his favorite cup of coffee, his glasses were in the living room next to some of his other books that he had left there and that would probably remain there. i always found london a monotonous and peaceful place, there was almost no movement in the streets and there was no noise after midnight, it was quiet if you didn't live alone and didn't die of boredom in your apartment. i still got messages from my parents, still wanting to know the details for my rebellious act i performed on a sunny and colorful day, i didn't answer any of the messages or calls, i didn't want to hear my father's sermons or my mother's shouting, i knew what i had done was stupid, but i didn't need to hear it from my parents, not now.
i set the kettle on the stove and wait for the tea to be ready, i walk over to one of the kitchen windows and look down on the street below, as usual in monotony. on days like this i loved having his company and i loved hearing his laugh or even just enjoyed listening to him reading one of his books. i take a deep breath and turn away from the window, now i needed to deal with the consequences of my act, i needed to accept that i would now be alone for an indefinite time, after all that was what i deserved after leaving the man i loved at the altar. i loved him unconditionally, but i wasn't able to marry him, i couldn't see myself trapped in an independent marriage if it was the man i loved the most in the world. i let out a sigh, i was selfish and stupid, and he was the most sincere, honest, kind, and intelligent man there was and i was still able to betray his trust the day that was supposed to be considered the best in the world to us, to him.
i adjust my posture when i hear the kettle beeping, i put the liquid in a cup and go to the living room, my apartment was where we used to meet on weekends to organize information about the wedding, on weekdays we stayed in your home. his house it was a nice place with a huge backyard where it was suitable for children to play. i take a deep breath, every day i regret what i did.
i still remember how elegant he looked, the black suit was perfectly aligned to his body and his long hair was perfectly combed and the bow tie matched the suit. he was smiling when he saw me enter the room, and i could see his nervousness. i stopped halfway and shook my head in denial, i couldn't walk and you could see the look of sadness filling his face, he whispered "please don't do this" i couldn't take a step forward and simple so i walked back to the spot, running away and not looking back.
that day i thought i had made the right choice, but now i realize i hadn't. he didn't deserve it, he was so kind and he deserved more, he deserved love and compassion and not being left at the altar on his own wedding day. the first time i saw him his blue eyes shone and the last time i saw him his eyes that had so much joy showed only sadness and pain.
i still loved him, but i knew i didn't have that right, not after what i did to him. i had no right to miss him, much less have a right to need him. every night before going to sleep i wanted to call him and i just wanted to hear his voice, i wanted to say i was sorry, i wanted to be able to go back in time and have married him. or even that he deserved someone better, someone who could love him better. he doesn't deserve to be second best to anyone, he deserves to be put first. of all the memories we've had together nothing will affect me as much as the day i left him and watched his blue eyes slowly close and hear his voice calling my name as i ran away. and since that day i knew that soul mates could not be real, after all i had found mine and still i had decided to leave him. everyone has a soul mate, but not everyone will find it.
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steverogwrs · 3 years
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second place.
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pairing: chris evans x fem!reader.
summary: you were always put in second place by him, you were always there for him, but you never received the same kind of affection from him and it slowly killed you inside after all you were completely dependent on him.
warnings: heartbreak, bad language, angst, sadness, longing, bad ending, emotional dependency and drabble.
a/n: hello!! i was inspired by the song ​when the party's over, but on the cover by lewis capaldi. i hope this doesn’t flop and i hope you like it. and if you enjoyed any of these, please reblog and comment. feedback is always appreciated!!
notes: i do not allow the reposting, rewriting or translating of my fics. these are works of my own and i do not give permission for any of the acts stated above.
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usually every weekend a friend would decide to have a party at her apartment. the building was next to one of the campuses of a university in boston, it always started on friday and she decided to extend it until she was interested, usually i never stayed until the end and always left early, usually alone or usually with... he.
the place was full of booze all over the place, couples were kissing everywhere and the music was extremely loud. even being the same age as most of the people who were there, i felt i had no more age and time for that, i just accepted going to these parties for fear of being alone in my apartment, i didn't like being alone, lost in my thoughts, but at that moment i needed to get out of there. i don't decide to look for my friend to say goodbye, i just walk quickly away from that place.
outside, it was raining and i had left my coat at home, i mumble under my breath and decide to walk downtown, i couldn't go home, not now. because i knew that as soon as i got home it would all come out and it would slowly kill me. memories start appearing in my thoughts making my body shudder.
he was the center of attention everywhere he went and even though i knew that i fell under his spell, i always blamed him for everything that happened to me, for all the pain he caused me, but to tell you the truth i knew that was a lie i told myself. after all nothing hurts more than your own expectations, what can i say? i was never anyone's first choice and this wouldn't be the first time i would change. we met at one of these parties, he was clearly drunk and so was i, after all i was celebrating one of my achievements. both made small talk until the moment i realized that i was in his bed and in another moment i was being kicked out of her house, after all i was just a fuck from a weekend, and from all possible parties. i accepted every crumb of that "relationship" after all regardless of what we were, i wanted him around, need to feel his touch, smell his scent and hear his laugh.
that was just the crumbs of a fake relationship if i can afford to call it that. usually when i didn't show up at some of these parties, he would call me, desperate, asking me to meet him at his house. and i was a fool because i always ran, after all that's what i did, i was always willing for him, i was willing to give all my attention to him and i didn't get anything in return, i just got a weekend fuck.
at times when i walked alone at dawn towards my apartment, i felt lonely and dirty, but i liked the feeling of feeling his touch every weekend, and after a while i knew it killed me inside, it was toxic and dirty, but i also knew that no one was able to save me and i also knew that i had to put up with all that pain inside me, after all i couldn't show that i was in love with him. on one of those nights, he called me and it was past midnight, he cried and said he needed to see me, that he just needed to talk. i got up in a hurry from the bed and went towards his house, he was crying because of a woman, a woman he loved. i was by his side at the worst moment and i helped him while he was in love with another woman and i was in love with him, and after picking up all his pieces and helping him to position himself on the bed, he took my hand and called me friend.
he said i was a great friend, a pain seized my chest, i pull his hand away from mine and hurriedly walk out of his house. with tears in my eyes i try to drive to the way back home, and at that moment i knew i needed to end it, i couldn't tolerate another moment of that relationship that only brought me pain, i needed to get away from it, but i knew there was nothing sadder than knowing i couldn't see him anymore, but i also knew that memories are capable of destroying you in the worst possible way. after that night the calls continued and i tried in every way possible to ignore all possible until the moment they stopped. and the moment they stopped i felt an emptiness go through my body, i knew it was completely wrong and painful for me, everything we had hurt me badly, but deep down i wanted him not to forget me, i wanted him to be different. that he was a man who showed that he liked me, who wanted to see me every day and not just on weekends, i wanted more, but i knew he wasn't capable of giving me and that consumed me with sadness.
every weekend he was drunk and he called me i was always there for him, however i never had him for me, i didn't mean anything, i was just a body. and even though i didn't have anything, i wanted to have his presence close to me, but i knew i couldn't be anticipating something that wasn't going to be worth it.
i take a deep breath and walk through the rain and decide to go straight home and even knowing that everything would come back to the surface, i needed to warm up. when i get close to home i feel the cell phone vibrating in my pocket, i pull the phone out of my pants and i see that there was a new message, it was him. i look up, taking a deep breath. i watch the cell phone screen "please fix me. i need you" i close my eyes for a second, i would only allow to hurt him only if he would, after all i was a great friend, right? i let out a sigh and reply to his message asking if i was to meet him in the same place as usual, after a few seconds he replies back saying he was to meet me at a cafeteria that was open 24 hours, i reply back saying he was on his way. sometimes nothing is for the best, sometimes it's not about happy endings, but about the story.
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dandelions. | c.e.
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pairing: chris evans x fem!reader.
summary: you guys had a great first date, but just that night you both went on your way until you met at a new year's eve.
warnings: new year's night, happiness, first kiss, fluff, love and passion.
a/n: hello!! i was inspired by the song ​dandelions by ruth b. i hope this doesn’t flop and i hope you like it. and if you enjoyed any of these, please reblog and comment. feedback is always appreciated!!
notes: i do not allow the reposting, rewriting or translating of my fics. these are works of my own and i do not give permission for any of the acts stated above.
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our first meeting was rainy, it was christmas time and boston was full of decorations all over the place, the city was already lit up but with so many decorations it made it even brighter. we had just got out of his car and it started to rain, the drops were fine, before he opened the door i could see that he was a little afraid that i wouldn't want to get out of the car. i tuck the jacket around my body and let a smile spread across my face "will you come?" i looked intensely into his eyes, after asking that question i decided to run out of the car and soon i realized he came running after me, laughing. as we entered the restaurant, he helped me remove my jacket and positioned it on the chair where i was sitting.
our first encounter was simple, but memorable. he always made jokes and smiled all the time, which made me comfortable. he was fantastic and certainly the ideal man for any woman. he was the kind of man who would love to accompany you to any dance even if he didn't know how to dance. at the end of dinner he took me to the tallest building in boston, said he knew the owner and that that night we would have free pass there. on the roof of that building it was possible to see the entire city, it wasn't so cold but the wind i received left my body trembling. he noticed that and with slow steps he approached and his arms were around my waist, he was hugging me from behind and his head was resting on mine. i could smell his cologne, we were silent for long minutes and you could just hear the noise of traffic and his clock. even knowing him for some time, this was the first time i felt intimate with him, our bodies were so close. and even knowing someone for such a short time i felt safe to have him by my side at that moment, i felt i could be happy by his side, but i learned to never trust first impressions.
after the first meeting we went our separate ways, neither he nor i sent a message or even a phone call. i decided to move on, and one night at a friend's party, which coincidentally was in the same building we were so close to, i felt the urge to have him there by my side, but how could i want to have him with me when didn't we have so much time together? the party was going on and i had isolated myself in one of the corners of the balcony. the champagne was already running out of my glass and i needed to drink some more to make it through that night. i take a deep breath for having left a jacket at home, that night it was cold and the wind that passed through my body left me paralyzed, i didn't want to leave so soon, but i needed to warm up.
i lean my body towards the balcony, watching the movement below, needing to distract myself. there was a lot of movement in the streets and the city was lit up, it was a new year's eve party and i didn't have a date to give the famous midnight kiss. what a great night to spend the new year. i let out a sigh as i feel a warm jacket drape my shoulders. i turn my body to see who had done it and my heart speeds up to see him standing there, smiling looking at me. i let out a smile on my face and there that night seeing him by my side we started to make small talk and there on a new year's night, he was my turning kiss and what i least knew at that moment was that he became my usual kiss.
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steverogwrs · 3 years
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masterlist. ⟶ this is a collection of everything i’ve written!
request info. ⟶ rules and guidelines for requesting a work.
talk to me. ⟶ my inbox, which is always open!!
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request info.
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this post will give you all the information you need in order to request a fic for me!!
please follow.
⟶ to send a request, you must send it in as an ask, either anonymously or not.
⟶ you must inform me whether you want it written as a fic (drabble) or a headcanon, etc.
⟶ prompt dialogues and such are encouraged!
warnings.
⟶ i DO NOT tolerate any discrimination on this blog. this is a safe place. so none of the following will be allowed: racism, xenophobia, homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, fatphobia, kink shaming, etc.
⟶ you do not have my permission to repost, translate, and/or copy any of my works, even if you credit. the only place you will find them will be on this account.
⟶ if you like any of my works, don’t be afraid to leave a comment. reblogging/leaving feedback is much appreciated!!
i write for.
⟶ chris evans.
⟶ sebastian stan.
⟶ tom hiddleston.
⟶ but if you want a different actor or even a character, send me a request.
send a request here!!
i can’t wait to see what you have to request!i can’t wait to see what you have to request!!
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you were good to me. | c.e.
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pairing: chris evans x fem!reader.
summary: you have problems with anxiety and problems showing your feelings, it wasn't fair what you were doing to him even though it wasn't your fault, so because of your insecurity, you leave chris.
warnings: heartbreak, angst, sadness, longing, anxiety, bad ending and drabble.
a/n: hello!! i was inspired by the song ​you were good to me by jeremy zucker. i hope this doesn’t flop and i hope you like it. and if you enjoyed any of these, please reblog and comment. feedback is always appreciated!!
notes: i do not allow the reposting, rewriting or translating of my fics. these are works of my own and i do not give permission for any of the acts stated above.
masterlist.
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regardless of his career or even mine, he was always there for me, he always tried to put me first, always. he was good to me. even with all my insecurities, even with all my crises, he was there. i take a deep breath, and even though he was good to me i let it all slip through my fingers. sitting on the balcony of my apartment i feel the cold wind go through my body, i still lived in the same city as him and it made me extremely agitated because i knew i could bump into him anywhere and even in a cafeteria, and i could find he accompanied with another woman, one who had no anxiety attacks at night, a woman who wouldn't make him wake up at night and run to the kitchen to bring her a glass of water, or even turn on all the lights in the house and prepare a bath for her for being so scared of her enigmatic dreams, a woman who would sleep very well beside him and make him have peaceful nights sleep, a woman who would love him unconditionally, just as i loved him and still love every bit of your soul. he deserved so much more, he deserved tranquility and affection, things i couldn't show because of all my insecurities.
i loved him with every part of my body, and even though i loved him intensely i wasn't able to show it to him, and it was clear to see his sad face when i did that, he understood and respected my space, but it was clear to see that he wanted more and i couldn't give him what he wanted. he wanted to start a family, he wanted to have children and i knew i wasn't able to give that to him after all i didn't have the same dreams, i wanted different achievements and starting a family was far from my plans. he was the kindest man i had ever met, he was different, he loved me for who i was, he loved me for being me. he accepted every part of my imperfections, but i couldn't demonstrate the same, i felt something was holding me back, and we both knew i couldn't demonstrate something, no matter how hard i tried, it would never work.
then in a moment, as a sunset came up, i held his hand and tears streamed down my face. i loved him so much, but it wasn't fair to do that to him, i didn't want to be alone again, but it was necessary. he looked at me without understanding, between sobs i say that i needed to set him free, that he was free of me and all my uncertainties, that he deserved something more, that he deserved to have a family and chase his dreams. and so i did, for one last moment i kissed his left hand and tried to smile and with quick steps i walked towards my car and with trembling hands i search for the key in one of my pants pockets. i can see him running towards me, as i tried to start the car he got closer and my heart started to race. he reached the car even before i started it and with his fists clenched he banged on the glass, begging. he was begging me, begging me to stay and give us a chance. i loved him and even knowing i couldn't demonstrate that to him slowly killed me.
tears started to roll further down my face as he screamed for me, he wasn't mad. he was desperate and on his face was an expression of sadness. i was breathing very badly and i could feel the anxiety appearing slowly, as much as it hurt to leave him, it was necessary. for the last time i look at his face, his blue eyes that always sparkled were now gray and totally lost. in a brief moment i look intensely at him and just whisper "i love you" and so i start the car and drive out of his life, in the rearview mirror i see him messing with his hair, desperate and crying, i left him, crying. on the way home, i didn't stop crying at any time until the moment i got into bed and allowed myself to close my eyes and try to ease all the pain and all the pain i felt. i decide to go for a walk, it was 10 am and i still hadn't had a coffee, i decide to leave the apartment and walk to the nearest cafeteria, determined to have a cappucino.
the street was busy and i position myself near the pedestrian crossing waiting for the signal to close and cross the street and go to the place, ready to have my coffee. my cell phone vibrated in the back pocket of my pants, but i didn't pay attention. the light opened and i was ready to cross and when i put my foot in the lane, i feel my heart stop, he was there, on the other side. he looked at me and tried to smile, he was still the same, except for the eyes that looked tired. i notice a woman approaching him and placing a kiss on his cheek, he looks at me, baffled. i try to smile as i look at him. in the end wasn't that what i wanted for him? that he was loved correctly and that he had everything he most wanted? so why do i feel like the air was taken out of my chest?
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