Note: Before I proceed to the story, please vote and comment. This is just a first draft and don't take this seriously. Misconceptions about grammar; wrong usage of tags and punctuation marks are welcome in this story. Bless me. This is just for fun, because I just want to write something different. Seriously, I'm looking forward to finish this LOL. Wish me luck. By the way, I'm gonna post Neymar's story next year.
"Hey, look at that man," she says, pointing the man a few meter from me. He looks nice and innocent, he might as well being too wary to influence youth in the world.
"Where?" I lie.
She sighs. "That man in black. Are you blind, aren't you?"
I roll my eyes snatching my purse and take few more steps to stair down the grand scaffolding. Right beyond the column there's a man with piercings in his ear, swathing white shirt with a print on it. He's undeniably incredible, he's licking his lips while the crowds were shouting, and some fans from the other team gave him a middle finger.
What's wrong with them? I gaze at the kid who was giving him a finger also. He peeps the kid and shrugs like nothing happened, walking in to his team and greets them with a hand, and I was praying his sight would slant toward the crowd.
"Whatcha doing there?" Someone yells at the back, and as I turn to face who it was I got hit by a plastic bottle. Damn. This is not what I want, maybe I was right I should not debate my subconscious if it will warn me again.
"What the heck?" I scold.
He pulls himself up.
"Don't you have eyes?" a girl who was sitting next to him interjects. She is not even pretty to weighed my body with a sneer.
How dare her.
"I-I'm sorry," I say motioning my head to give them a bow. I snap back my head up to see them, and I snuck out the stadium in a jiffy.
Looking at the podium where trophies sitting next to each other while the big trophy was in the center. I drag my feet into the trophies and I noticed they are more bigger than I've thought. There were beautiful trophies in World cup but these trophies made my day, as I jerk a little to the table I saw a note card on it.
I fish the note.
"There's this words I want to share, I don't think many people in love neither fall into someone they didn't know about. But, what about I'd share my life with you and bring you to my paradise?"
My mouth falls open. Who the heck wrote this letter? I almost vomit but thank God I can manage to even put the paper back on the table. And I was wondering who the hell would wrote a kind of letter like that. Was he nuts?
There's no love and I'm the one who can prove you that.