Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles


Colorblind
~by Estriel~
For Cel


Pozn.: Napsáno v rámci "kiss meme", klíčové slovo: post-breakup.
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“Johnny,“ he calls out quietly and you miss him already, miss the way his accent softens up your name and makes it sound like a caress. You turn around and set your suitcase on the floor – it’s the last one and it’s heavy, it holds your skates and memories of happier times. You stand in the door, waiting. It’s almost as if you were just leaving for a competition again. Except there are no competitions anymore. This is for good.

He comes to a halt in front of you and rocks backs on his heels, eyes undecided between the floor and your face. You were both so much braver when you had the ice to fall back on.

“I’m sorry,” he says and touches his lips to yours. You taste chocolate. It nearly makes you smile; it was a perpetual joke among your friends, how living with a Swiss would send you to Weight Watchers in the end. In truth, Stéphane only eats chocolate when he’s depressed. The sweetness of his kiss turns bitter when you remember that.

Carefully, you step back. “Me, too,” you say and quickly lick your lips.

You pick up the suitcase and walk out, walk away, even though a part of your heart still lingers in Stéphane’s arms.

It didn’t work, you remind yourself, thinking of all the frustration, the fights. You thought everything would fall into place after Vancouver. Instead, it fell apart, breaking, your passion melting away to reveal that under the whiteness of the ice, the two of you were of clashing colors.

~fin~


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