This is something i wrote when i was depressed so it shows my mood a lot i think=)

I hope you can guess who this is written about (or you already read it at the description =))

I look forward to your reviews


There's only so much one can take before going insane. He had already taken so much an so much more.

He loved HIM but it was unrequited. The looks HE threw him were the same as from all his other teammates – admiration- nothing else.

Every time HE stood on the court he saw those strong yet slender legs, darting over the court, the everlasting smile on HIS face and those always closed brilliant blue eyes. Well not always but most of the time.

HE had no clue what he was feeling for him.

He wanted to escape HIM.

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With the years, this urge had become stronger and stronger, not that anyone knew about this.

What was wrong with him?

All he thought about was HIM and how he flirted with everyone, everyone except him.

He was going crazy.

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Everyone thought he was going for Germany for his left shoulder but that was the smallest reason he had for wanting to go.

He just wanted to escape HIM.

He even thought of going to a mental clinic, or something similar, sometime before, but that they would find out and he didn't need anyone to pry into his mind.

Only to find out about HIM.

He didn't want to worry the others even more.

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So he left.

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Left his family, his team, his friends and above all, he left HIM.

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The first weeks were hard. He couldn't think about anything but HIM.

His slender fingers gripping the tennis racket, the slightly sadistic smile on his face, that fine and slender waist...

He wanted to see HIM, badly.

He distracted himself with recuperation.

And after a few weeks he calmed down.

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He closed his heart, locked it up and threw the key away. To throw his heart away, just that he couldn't do.

It was then he decided- he wouldn't return home. He cut off all communications he still had- even to his own family.

He told them he wouldn't be able to contact them for a while and that was it.

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He felt free so free. Finally free.

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His scattered an broken mind was beginning to mend itself.

It had still a long way to go of course, but he was able to stay sane and continued to live his life.

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For years he was alone, except for some cute one night stands.

Did they resemble HIM?

Mostly not he thoght, nobody would be able to replace HIM.

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Was that his end?