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I feel physically ill over the fact that my county choose a racist, sexist, lying fear-monger rather than elect a woman. Never mind that she is a beyond qualified, inspirational woman who has dedicated her LIFE to serving us. She and our future generations deserved so much better. It's a dark day indeed & we have brought this fate upon ourself
So last night my boyfriend and I donned some exceedingly posh clothes and attended an open air opera, afterwards as we gazed at the stars upon a tartan picnic blanket he rose a glass,
Him: To our 2 Year Anniversary
Me: To unrequited love.
Him: What?
Me: What?Ā
Him: ...You do realize unrequited means one sided right? Unreturned?Ā
Me: *dribbling wine down my dress* Wah?! I thought it meant eternal, tragically beautiful or whatever.Ā
I want to say thanks to anyone who reblog or like the first fanfic. Iāve writing for years but this is the first time I feel that people really LIKE what I wrote. Some of you even left very kind comments and... I just love all of them. Ā Iām not confident of my english level yet, so I felt very happy when you actually like it even when I thought it was bullshit.
I wrote this fanfic in my native months ago and Iāve been all time thinking if I should translate it and post it here, but never found the motivation to actually do it. The other one just dropped in english so it was easier to check, and all of your likes helped me to fight lazyness and anxiety and actually did what I wanted.
So, thank you again, iāll leave this fic here. I hope you like it too :3
This is a High School AU
He ran off the house as fast as he could, without even fixing the clothes he was wearing. He ran without looking where he was going, he didnāt know for how long. It was a miracle that he wasnāt crushed by a car, taking in count all the honks and sudden brakings he heard. Maybe that would have been better. When he finally ran out of breath, he reduced speed step by step until he stopped, feeling a jab in the ribs. He looked around and found out that he didnāt have a clue about where he was.
He kept walking forward because the only thing he knew was that he didnāt want to turn back. Ā He arrived to a very busy street that he guessed was the Via Mayor, although he never had seen that part of it. He was totally lost.
He breathed deeply a few times to recover the calm and tried to make a plan. He had nowhere to go and it was getting late. He checked his pockets and found a pair of coins and a crumpled paper. It was all the money he had. It was enough to buy a pack of cookies and nothing more. Or he couldā¦
He unfolded the paper and found a phone number. He thought that he had thrown it out already. He stayed looking at it while he remembered the shiny smile that had accompanied the little sheet.
āCall me every time that you need meā
Rogue bit his lip hesitantly. He didnāt want to bother him with his problems. He hated being a burden. He looked up and a fresh autumnal breeze mess his hair up. He blinked a few times to hold his tears back. He was alone, at some place that he didnāt know, without money and he couldnāt return home. That small paper was his only hope to find a warm place to sleep that night. He started to walk following the Via Mayor until he found what he was searching. In a gas station he found one of the almost extinct payphones.
He breathed again and spent his last coins on the phone. Then he dialed with extreme caution. It rang a few times and then someone caught the call.
āHello?ā
Hearing his voice after everything that happened that day was too much for him. His eyes were clouded again and this time he couldnāt do anything to stop the tears.
Ā Sting was at home when his phone rang, showing an unknown number at the screen. The blonde stretched his body for a moment and then answered.
āHello?ā
No one replied, but he could hear a heavy breathing from the other side.
āWhoās there?ā
Again, no one answered though he was still hearing the breathing and also something that seemed⦠sobs?
āHey, if this is a joke itās notā¦ā
āS-sting?ā
He recognized the voice at the moment, but the surprise let him speechless for a second. He have never called before. And alsoā¦
āRogue? Are you crying? What happened!?ā
āI-I⦠I needā¦ā He heard a faltering sigh āI need you to come for me, p-pleaseā
āAre you okay?! Someone hurt you?!ā
āP-pleaseā
āWhere are you?! Iāll go right awayā
āIām in a gas station at the Via Mayorā
āWhat? Where?ā
āI-I donāt know⦠Thereās a tree in front andā¦ā
āA tree?ā
Ā The call got disconnected at that moment. Sting blinked and returned the call.
āThe number you have dialed cannot be reachedā
The boy cursed and threw the phone over the bed.
Ā
Money was over. Rogue stayed still, with the phone on his hand, for an entire minute before hung up. He was an idiot. He deserved everything that happened to him. He should stop bothering people with his absurd worries. He should go back home and face whatever were waiting there⦠The sole though sent shiver under his spine. No. He rather would sleep at the street than return home. But⦠But he said that he will go right away. For some reason, he seemed very worried when he said that.
He decided to trust in what Sting said. He will come for him. So Rogue will wait him.
He cleaned his face when entering the station shop. His stomach growled, reminding him that he didnāt eat anything since lunch. He ignored it of course, because he couldnāt do anything else. His last coins disappeared with the call. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, but he regretted when he looked at the mirror. Looking at his eyes expression and his disheveled clothes was a sudden reminder of the reason he ran off from home. He looked away from his reflection and finished what he was doing as soon as he could. The wind was cold outside, so he chose to wait inside the shop, in one of the chairs placed for the customers. He wasnāt exactly a customer, but he will wait there anyway. Because Sting will come for him.
He sat in silence, absently looking to people walking on the street. While he waited, he started to remember how he and the blonde had met. And how it was that he turned into the only person that Rogue could trust. The trust was that all the merit belonged to Sting.
The first time they spoke was when some bullies tried to hit him and Sting appeared as if he fell from the sky to rescue him. He was the new guy and Rogue didnāt understand why he risked himself joining a fight when he just arrived. And on top of that to help him. Thatās why when the other boy extended him his hand to help him to stand up, he thought that it must be an error. That giant smile couldnāt be for someone like him. He wasnāt good enough to deserve it. However, he reached for the hand in front of him and since then, he had been dragged by the blonde. Together with Sting, he meet new people and found out that he wasnāt really bothering them, as he had though until then. He couldnāt say that he made friends but, just knowing that he was one more and not the outcast was enough for him. Even when they just saw each other at school, he had ended orbiting like a planet around the sun that the other guy was. He couldnāt stop himself from following him wherever he wanted and, at some point, Sting became the most important person for him. The only light in the shadows that ruled his life the last times. He shivered once. The shop was getting cold.
Rogue never spoke about his life outside the school. He never accepted his friend invitations to visit his house, because he knew that it would have implied return the invitation. Neither had he told him about his problems before. Mainly because he didnāt want the darkness on his life stained the moments that they lived together. It was easy to forget everything when he listened to him speaking about some funny story from the past or whining about how much they had to study. Or about anything, telling the truth. Everything was good if it was him. Although he received the paper with the number months ago, it was the first time that they actually spoke outside the school. And, if things were different, he doubted he would have ever called.
Rogue sighed while another shiver ran down his back. He wasnāt sure if he made the correct decision, but he didnāt have any option. He buried his face on his hands and laid his head on the table. He stayed that way for a while, until he heard a soft knock on the furniture.
He looked up to find a paper cup filled with hot coffee. The store clerk was also there. The boy blushed and tried to explain himself
āI-Iām sorry. I-I donāt have moneyā¦ā
āDonāt worry, this is on the houseā
āUh⦠Thank you very muchā
āAnyway, shouldnāt you return home already? Itās starting to get darkā
āWhat?ā He looked out the window and found out that the woman was right and the sky was in pink and blue shades.
āOh⦠Donāt worry. Iām waiting someone, heāll come for me soonā
āAre you sure? I have no problem if you want to stay a little more, but itās lateā
Rogue looked to the clock on the wall, realizing
āYeah, donāt worry. Heāll come soonā
Ā He took a sip of coffee and felt the hot liquid warming him inside. He didnāt notice that how cold he, but it seemed that she did. He thanked her again, and after that some customers entered the shop so she returned to her job.
Time kept running and night fell. Half an hour after the coffee, Rogue was starting to feeling cold again. The day had been warm, but the autumn nights were cold. A while later, the clerk approached again and said.
āHey, boy. Itās almost time to close, you shouldā¦ā
āNo!! Just a little more, please! He must be about to arriveā
The woman peered at him and then nodded.
āOkay, you can stay until I closeā
Minutes tickled one by one, and a bit later the clerk started her routine to close the store. She didnāt say anything else and didnāt ask him to leave.
She cleaned the shop slower than she was used to. She also verified that all the products were in order and made the count of the profits from the day. When she ended, she stayed a few minutes looking from the clock to the boy sat near a empty coffee cup.
However, she couldnāt do anything else so she sighed softly and went to him.
āIām sorry, I really have to closeā
Rogue looked at the hour a last time and nodded while he stood up from the chair
āIām sorry I bothered youā
āItās not a problem, donāt worry. Iām sorry you canāt stay more time hereā
Ā He went out to the street and watched the lights turning off inside the store. He saw the woman turn on the alarm, close and lock the door.
She looked at him, with a soft expression on her face.
āDo you have a place to go?ā
Ā Rogue bend his head looking to the ground, his locks hiding his face, and fisted his hands.
It was then when they heard a sudden voice.
āRogue! Rogue!!ā
They both turned to the sound and saw Sting running to them at full speed.
āDammit, Rogue! Do you know how many gas stations are on this street?ā Sting said after arrive and give him a short hug āYouāre frozen! Why are you wearing just this shirt?ā While he spoke, he took off his coat and put it over his friend shoulders āNot only that! Why are you still wearing the uniform? We left school hours ago!ā Rogue stayed still, looking at him with wide eyes and limp arms āIāve been looking for you for over two hours! Iāve stopped at every station! Ā You never notice how many things are untilā¦ā The blonde interrupted his speech when the other one finally reacted and grasped his vest. The black haired boy hid his face on Stingās chest and started to cry.
However, this time his tears came from relief. In spite that he had kept waiting, he never believed that Sting actually will go to pick him. He gave him very vague signs after all. His desperation had been growing each minute and his last hope died when the lights of the store turn off. Nonetheless, he was there now. He had been looking for him all this time. Rogue couldnāt stop himself from crying.
The blonde didnāt know what to do at first. Rogue was always so control that this sudden burst caught him by surprise. He hugged him closer and then slowly caressed his back.
āIām sorry Iām so lateā Sting whispered
Rogue shaked his head and kept crying even more loudly.
The clerk smiled to them and then left, but just Sting noticed her. Several minutes passed before the boy got to control himself enough. The blonde looked at his friend face and said smiling.
āLetās go homeā
Rogue nodded quickly and returned the smile.
Iām very sorry for my shitty english Ā Iāll be very thankful if you notice a mistake and tell me.
I'm pissed. Seriously, I am. How, just how can you even think that insulting and attacking someone for real because your "fan-needs" are not satisfied is a good idea? How can you even dare to blame someone for something about their real and PERSONAL life when you don't even know that person at all except for some scenes on a TV screen? I love Once Upon a Time, love Jennifer Morrison (I will not waste time to list all the reasons ) and admire all the actors and people who work on it, I love watching a TV SHOW (because that's what it is, guys) and being able to share my opinions and impressions with people who understand me. But then I read about certain things happen and I just can't help to feel ashamed to be part of a fandom that very often doesn't seem to get the difference between fiction and reality. Being fan of something should mean being PART of something, and I think we should not waste this opportunity to destroy each other. But, given the circumstances, I don't even think people is ready to try to do that. Congratulations, oncers. We were supposed to be a family.
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