Author's Note: I'm not do this story for money, but for the love of writing. The characters and original storylines of the series belong to their creators, but the differences in storyline and personalities are my creations.
The tears unconsciously shed, stained the beautiful face and dampened the pillow all night. The consciousness after a very sleepless night turned slowly to the lonely young man who slept in that bed. It had been seven years since these same tears were daily companions of someone who fell madly in love, but never managed to leave the great and secret love of his life goes. He knew it was impossible that one day, saw this story in a happy ending.
When he awoke, he cried and sobbed uncontrollably for about an hour when the memories of the dream he had overnight become alive once again in his memory. Dream images in question, which fortunately didn't happen every day, never came close to actually happen, were based on projections and secret desires that would never be real. The dreams were the days become worse. Dreams made the pain increase substantially. Dreams made love grow.
The dream always begins the same way. He could feel the presence of the love of his life. He could recognize the woodsy scent mixed with the smell of something that was uniquely and unmistakably the person he loved. A careful approach and the gentle touch on in his shoulder made him feel strong shivers through her entire body. Notes the strong and sexy voice made him shudder. The hug weakened your legs and if there were strong arms holding him, he no doubt would be on the floor at that exact moment. The embrace intensified. The words wouldn't be necessary. His love is initiating the kiss slowly caressing her lips with his. The kiss would slowly take deep with tongues into action. Soon they would be lost in deep and demanding kisses.
Although the start always is the same, the continuation from the dream had various different endings. Sometimes they would make love; sometimes, there would be irrefutable love statements really romantic; in others, his love would refuse his feelings and he would suffer the pain, disappointment and anguish of having your heart broken. The dream could last hours and reset multiple times with different, happy or sad endings, but some things never changed: he always fell in love and suffered more than the day before and he always woke up at the time saying "I love you."
That morning he decided he needed drastic changes in your life. He couldn't stand it. He knew that one of the worst decisions he made was to keep the roots in the city in the love of his life lived for many years ... Even if he didn't live or visit the city often. He fled from that friend on these occasions. Increasingly avoided any contact. But he could never flee from his memory because each place remembers the happiest moments, and yet sad that lived in the late teens.
Unwilling to get out of bed and start a new workday painful, since he was the sports trainer at the same college where he and his friends had the greatest athletic achievements ever seen at that institution, he decided he needed a new job. A change of a new city. Perhaps, who knows, one day finding a new love? 'Look the same photos every day going to kill me,' he thought before the monumental effort to get out of bed and prepare for work.
Working hours were painful. Each class he gave at that day was accompanied by happy memories of collective sports practices in a good group of friends; or training fight in which he could touch the person he loved without attracting anyone's attention for their acts; every joke and a joke would do with the other; every happy moment that he missed.
He arrived exhausted at the small apartment that night and still didn't understand how he managed to not collapse before sitting on the couch. The shower still in high school at the end of the workday and more physical exercise than usual during the work took the rest of the energy to the exhausted and deprived of food body. As much as he knew the importance of healthy food in your body, he didn't feel hungry, and when he tried to eat, had an excruciating stomach. 'I just wanted to know how he is ... Who knows hear the warm voice for only 5 seconds ...' the thought was the last he had before the collapse; it was getting common in nightmarish days.
He didn't know exactly how long he had been unconscious. Something caused him to get off the couch and turn on your computer. He found that it was past 11 pm when he passed by the kitchen to get an apple. While trying to eat the juicy fruit and checked his e-mail he found the solution to their problems. He received a new job offer.