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tr_fic2009-04-08 09:49 pm
tempered-rose.livejournal.com) wrote in tr_fic2009-04-08 09:49 pm
Post-Chelsea Sernando
Title: A Better Defeat
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine sorry :(
A/N: My contribution to the suffering Liverpool fans. =( We’ll get them the next time. =) Comments are ♥
The phone vibrated in his pocket the whole way home after leaving Anfield. It was only when he got inside his apartment that he looked to see who it was. A quick glance at the number and that confirmed his suspicion. He swallowed against the thickness in his throat before he answered.
“Is this how you felt?” Fernando whispers into the phone.
On the other end, there is a pause and a heavy sigh. Finally, there’s a reluctant ‘yes’.
Then it all came roaring back: the defeat in the eyes of his teammates; the slouch in every fan, coach, trainer, and player’s shoulders; the bitter taste of loss and of a thousand mistakes that could have been fixed.
It was all too real and it was too much for Fernando to handle. He let out a choked sob on accident. And then he couldn’t help himself; he started to weep. The only thing the man on the other end could do was murmur softly and whisper words that meant nothing across the miles of distance.
When he’d cried his tears and could cry no longer, Fernando found himself slouched against the wall and clinging to the phone as if it could save him.
“Nando?” The voice asked when all was silent.
“Tell me.” Fernando spoke hoarsely.
“I love you amor.”
Fernando closed his eyes and his head hit the wall behind him. “I love you too Sergio.”
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine sorry :(
A/N: My contribution to the suffering Liverpool fans. =( We’ll get them the next time. =) Comments are ♥
The phone vibrated in his pocket the whole way home after leaving Anfield. It was only when he got inside his apartment that he looked to see who it was. A quick glance at the number and that confirmed his suspicion. He swallowed against the thickness in his throat before he answered.
“Is this how you felt?” Fernando whispers into the phone.
On the other end, there is a pause and a heavy sigh. Finally, there’s a reluctant ‘yes’.
Then it all came roaring back: the defeat in the eyes of his teammates; the slouch in every fan, coach, trainer, and player’s shoulders; the bitter taste of loss and of a thousand mistakes that could have been fixed.
It was all too real and it was too much for Fernando to handle. He let out a choked sob on accident. And then he couldn’t help himself; he started to weep. The only thing the man on the other end could do was murmur softly and whisper words that meant nothing across the miles of distance.
When he’d cried his tears and could cry no longer, Fernando found himself slouched against the wall and clinging to the phone as if it could save him.
“Nando?” The voice asked when all was silent.
“Tell me.” Fernando spoke hoarsely.
“I love you amor.”
Fernando closed his eyes and his head hit the wall behind him. “I love you too Sergio.”