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When the sun was setting on the field, I was still looking at the clowds above me. The wind caressing my skin, soft and passionate like this guy... this bastardo that leaved me one month ago, without any reason. I closed my eyes, sighting my pain and sadness away. Yes... This tomato-eater had made my life become hell... I wasn't in love with him! I was just feeling this knot on my stomach and this warmness around my heart. Feliciano was playing with his ball on the road in front of our small house. He was so innocent, so unaware of what was going on... War was close, so close that we could almost hear the screams of the soldiers dieing... His scream... calling my name... IDIOTA! Why was he gone after all! It was all his fault! I just had turn 17... one more year on loneliness, being invisible, leaving on the shadow of my little brother. Sadunly, a familliar fragrance. Red wine, sun, salt and... tomato? No. No that couldn't be! I stud up quikly. There he was... hugging Feli, handsome and happy as ever, his emerald eyes shining with joy. He always had this white shirt, half open, showing his toned muscular torso and those old trousers. I came closer, slowly, scared of breaking this dream... because it couldn't be true, it was a dream. His accent was music to my ears... spaniard! He turned to face me, he smile dropped and appried again, even brighter.

"HolĂ , Lovino!", he told me before hugging me tight.

I could feel the warmness of his body threw his clothes, I could breath his sent. It wasn't a dream? I closed my eyes before... well... telling him what I had to:

"BASTARDO! HOW DARED YOU LEFT ME LIKE THIS! YOU IDIOTA! I THOUGHT YOU DIED! ARE YOU THAT STUPID?!"

He smiled. What did I say? Something nice?

"You were worried for me, mariposa?"

"NO! AND STOP CALLING ME LIKE THIS!"

A soft and clear laugh escaped his lips. Soon after his arms were holding me again. Damn! He didn't understand! I punched him in the stomach.

"OUCH!"

My grand pa ran out of the house:

"LOVINO! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"Just said welcome back...", tried to breath the spanish man.

I felt my grand pa's look and just spit on the floor close to the bastardo's head before runing away. Again, my stomach was hurting and my chest was burning. I climbed on top of a tree and just waited till night. Or... that was my plan anyway... because ten minutes later...

"Mariposa... come down, please..."

I didn't look:

"Why did you left me last time?"

Those words were hurting me.

"Lovi..."

"PLEASE ANSWER!" I shouted, my throat starting to hurt from those tears wich were burning my eyes... those tears I should have cried long ago... but I was too proud to do so.

No answer. Crick, crack, and there he was, in front of me, looking at me with those eyes, green as the grass, full of sadness and regrets.

"I'm sorry, mariposa... I had to go... you know why..."

Tears started streaming down my cheeks. I wasn't ashame to show them, I wanted him to see how much he made me suffer! How much he hurt me...

"You told me 'Te quiero'... and the next morning you were gone, jerk!" I started on a calm ton before..."YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WAITED FOR A LETTER? HOW MUCH I WANTED TO HAVE NEWS FROM YOU TOMATO-BASTARDO?! YOU JUST WANTED TO FUCK ME! THAT'S ALL! TELL ME! I'M JUST A MAN WHORE FOR YOU! HUH?!"

He was looking tenderly at me. He used his thumb to whipe my tears before kissing me. His toungue caressing mine, danssing at our heart's rythme.

"Te quiero, mariposa...", he whispered close to my ear.

"I don't like you!"

"I don't believe you", he smiled.

"And why? Huh?"

"You are blushing!"

Damn.

"Oh, shut up!"

And I kissed him back. Yes... it was true, I loved this bastardo, this tomato-eater! But it was my bastardo, my tomato-eater...

... My Antonio...

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