Wait. Yet for a moment
"Among Maicol Alberto ... and the competitor must leave the house ..." Silence
.
voltage.
Terror.
... Maicol. "
Void.
I remained motionless, sitting on the sofa milk-white salon.
Cristina He felt desperate to burst into tears and lay on my shoulders, shaken by heavy sobs. urletto Mara gave a little relief mixed with sadness and
. Mauro whispered that he did not believe that Maicol did not deserve it. He felt the need to remove Cristina, to silence and give a punch at Mara Mara.
Nobody deserved to go was obvious. And I wanted the victory of Cristina and Carmen ... I should be fine.
yet empty, inside me there was nothing. Leaving Max
there had been a perennial plant and turbulent, that Carmen had suffered, but especially as a player. See that little flea
always with a smile on his face would have been proud to win for me. But now?
What was wrong? Why
heard noises outside of me but I did not feel anything inside of me? Was I so cold as to think that I deleted him much closer to victory than I thought?
not.
I did not feel my heart beating.
Alberto returned to the house and ran to embrace Mara, kissing her forehead and cheeks, lips, beaming with joy. Then other hugs, even tried to
avvicinarmisi. I could not be angry with him, had played as we infuse all playing.
I looked and saw that my hands were shaking non-stop, while the rest of the body was still.
He heard the voice of someone talk to me and call my name. I could not distinguish the voice, heard only the pitch of the voice, what
worried enough to be credible.
"George, you hear me?"
Cristina gave me a little pat on the shoulder, telling me Alessia who was talking to me.
"George will be like this week without Maicol, after all this time together?"
looked at the camera, standing still. I was not looking for applause from the audience, I was looking at the presenter's eyes.
I did not talk at all, I just facing you in the eye. That they understand themselves, and explain it to me please.
What was wrong? Maicol was about to leave, maybe you had already left without saying goodbye e. .. maybe it was not true, who was leaving.
My head started to get going but closed all connections, and I was in a dark corner, alone.
I felt the gaze of others on me, and the voice of Alessia continue to say what Maicol was relevant to this house, what was relevant to me.
And I did not cry, do not spend sweet words to him, wondering where he was. What
be insensitive they are, to a person who gave me his soul just to make me feel good.
I heard the door open and a voice that I recognized immediately whispered a "hello" falsely cheerful.
Cristina ran up and squeezed and he returned the hug, whispering words of kindness. Mauro then approached him and bowed Maicol
as if he were in front of a king. He had won him. Then he hugged him to say goodbye. Mauro even managed to restrain a sob
in front of him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, while the public ranted, for those who Mauro for them. Mara looked at him and shook him gently and strong, jumping on the couch.
Mara wept on his shoulder reminding him of what he wants and how well the sorry.
then passed to Alberto's surrounded the neck and tied it with a coal floor, without saying anything. Albert looked at him and he was silent and then saying
"See you outside Baiocco, and remember that you will give when I am woman." The audience laughed and sincerely
Mara clung to both, kissing her cheeks.
And I? Property.
He heard someone in front of me and I looked up.
Maicol was far more destructive than I thought. Lips were many minor cuts, his eyes were swollen even trying to hide the sadness, the body was trembling with fear.
His life-long dream was over.
had to go out and it was the thing that frightened him, he would be linked to the foundation but to leave.
He looked at me gently, do not expect me to weep or mourn, perhaps.
For a moment I wanted to scream that was mad at me because I seemed devoid of any emotion.
Then he realized that there would be no more quarrels.
There would be no more screaming.
There would be no more than the sclera.
There would be no more than the timid appeasement. Neither
complicit smiles, no hugs, neither death struggle, nor laughter, nor words that came from the heart.
Two tears came out without being able to stop and they were followed by other, unstoppable.
Maicol hugged me shaking gently to himself.
"You want me to say something to Julia just before in the studio?" I asked as I kissed her forehead, as if he's strong, he that confident.
He could not answer, I did not know what to say. What I wanted to respond.
"Maicol have to go out." Alessia whispered.
I gave a last look tender and then adjusted his shirt looking at the camera.
"I go, I go."
and wept as he walked through the rooms feel the pillars, walls, windows, table, all that he could tap.
"Farewell super."
The tears now flowed fast on his face and the audience cheered like a madman, praised.
I looked at him in front of the red door, kissed each of us.
opened the door, while everyone else told him how important it was for them, than they would be afraid to go out, waiting with open arms.
He shut the door behind him before walking down the hall, there he left the task to close it.
And me?
What was I doing?
Nothing, that's all.
was going away and I did not say anything, I had not embraced, I had not cuddled for the last time.
forcefully opened the red door and I catapultai in the hallway and grabbed a white hand Maicol and turned to me. Alessia heard shouting to return home, Albert and try to stop motionless not far from us.
Maicol looked at me with red eyes, surprised like never before.
I did not know what to say, really. I wanted to tell you a lot of things I did not know where to start.
I wanted to tell him not to be afraid that if someone wanted to hurt, I'd think.
I wanted to tell him to be proud of himself, the wonderful person he was, his beautiful soul and sincere as the purest of diamonds.
I wanted to tell him to expect that what we were it would have been outside.
I wanted to tell him that I really wanted to come out everyone, from first to last as long as he remained.
I wanted to tell him that I would not like anyone, I'd counted the days that separated me from him, rather than the final.
I wanted to tell him he must not say anything to Julia, not at that time.
I wanted to say thanks for what I had become, what I had felt in those months.
I wanted to tell him that I loved him too well, like a fool to cry and scream his name. That my heart was cracked and had severed all contacts with the rest
and I was there as an automaton, a puppet of private everything.
I had no time to say all these things.
what could have been explaining all I had to tell him? What, dammit?
Maicol stood, stroking her cheek floor, weeping sadly.
I took her wrists and approached me, I closed my eyes hold you tight, and I laid my lips on her plan. Not on the cheek, not on the forehead, chin. On
labbraForse so would understand.
The sobbing grew stronger and pressed me hard, she jumps in her arms.
I hoped he did not think that making fun of themselves. That kiss was the seal on what I wanted to say if we had days to talk about it.
There was no malice, I was not saying nothing more than I had shown him, albeit secretly.
"Wait."
New History, I hope you like it, as always.
Maicol Pae and Jo ♥
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