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Table for One - Part 98
The coffee shop was packed. Full. Except for a tiny table outside, with a single chair. That would have been the perfect table for me. For someone like me. I didnât really intend to sit and drink coffee. I meant to take my cup with me and leave. But on an afternoon with no plans, nothing to do, waiting for my mother to finish her shopping, sitting outside alone with a nice latte watching people, sounded entertaining. Besides, I was feeling miserable, so the thought of that little table for one was inviting. But then, he showed up.
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No fucking way
Ăzil and Ramos at the end of the match | March 23, 2018
Table for One - Part 97
It had been three weeks since he left Miami, but Sergio stayed true to his word when he said heâd call everyday. Weâd talk for hours. In the mornings, late afternoons, or at night in his time before he dozed off. Heâd give silly updates like what he was having for breakfast or how a photoshoot went. Then Iâd be sharing my own boring update of nothing, except of how some old friends tried to connect and get in touch, asked if I wanted to hangout and catchup, and I refused every time. Just with the recent ongoings, and with the whole goddamn town talking about it, I didnât feel comfortable being out there. Anyway, as the Ligaâs next season drew closer, Sergio got busy. His calendar quickly got full and with his schedules, the video and phone calls gradually lessened, but we sent each other messages whenever we couldnât talk. The realities of long distance relationships. Once the season officially opened, he got even busier. His usual messages to me started to come in irregular schedules, and he could barely reply to mine on time. Several instances, he replied when I was fast asleep in the middle of the night. One day, we missed our morning call, and he didnât get to reply throughout the day. I tried to call several times in the evening but he was busy with a long commercial shoot that lasted till past midnight. I dozed off without getting to talk to him, not a single message received either. And that time wasnât the last.
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I needa catch up damn
Table for One -Â Part 95
Something about the cold of the night made it feel more sinister. And although most of Miami was still awake, it was clueless that somewhere in it, a tragedy was about to occur. It seemed like the only thing missing was background music, and itâd be the perfect thriller. Like some horror film I was in, just I wasnât sure if I was the victim, the villain, or the hero. If youâve watched Dracula Untold, you probably know what I mean. The character was both, the savior and the killer. And if you have watched the film, you also probably remember that line by his son, the short narrative in the beginning of the story. I particularly remember that one, for some reason. It said âMen do not fear swords. They fear monsters.â
And in Neilâs story, I was the monster.
To Sergio, the monster was Neil.
And to meâŠ
Well, I wasnât really sure who my monster was.
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Table for One - Part 94
Thereâs a villain in every story. The wicked witch of the west, the wicked witch of the east, the evil stepmother, a monster, a beast. And what does a villain look like, some may ask. One with a black cape? Someone with a broom, or a big scary mask?Â
No.Â
Not at all.Â
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Sergio and I proceeded to have dinner. Everything was nice, he chose a beautiful restaurant with a great menu, but I couldnât fully enjoy the early evening. I was quiet for the most part, with my head on what was about to happen a few hours later. He had no idea and it scared me, yet I was careful not to let him notice.Â
But of course he noticed.Â
âIs everything alright, Nena?â he softly asked, as he placed his Visa atop the bill. The waiter disappeared with it.Â
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Table for One - Part 93
They say that your soul knows what to do to heal itself. That itâs your mind that you have to worry about. Your mind where you locked the memories, your  mind where you have kept pieces of the ones that hurt you, that still cut through you like shards of glass. Your mind that keeps you up all night. It is your mind that you have to convince.Â
And boy, is it hard.
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Table For One - Part 92
How do you fix something you did not break? And should you even? Would I do the same for him?
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Table for One - Part 91
I placed my phone on the console table by the door, as Sergio shut it behind him. After Bud said Neil had ran away from some mental facility five days ago, and with his exchanges of looks with Sergio as if they knew something I didnât, I finally agreed for Sergio and I to speak in the privacy of our bedroom. But weâd been inside for a good minute and heâd said nothing and done nothing but stare at me, as if unsure what to say.
âYou said we need to talk. So talk.â
Oh but had I known what he had to say, I wouldnât have been so brave asking.
âOkay. But Nena, I need you to listen. Truly listen. Not listen with the intent to reply, but listen with the intent to understand. Thereâs something â a few things I need to tell you. Try not to interrupt me. I beg of you.â He put his hands on his waists, then took a long and deep breath. With his eyes intently on mine, he began.
âJess, I wasnât invited to this wedding.â
âIâm sorry, what?â
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I got a âlook whoâs posting againâ notification lol you ainât gotta tell me twice
wouldnât it be typical Sergio if he had his song on repeat on his way to the final lolÂ
Hi sweetie :)
if only sergio could look and touch me they way heâs touching this trophy lol
Family Ramos Rubio celebrates winning Champions League in Kiev :)
Celebración de la Champions en el Santiago Bernabéu | 26.05.2018
La Decimotercera celebrations at Cibeles | May 27, 2018
that blk ivy girl is reading my mind literally taking the words out of my mouth every time
good afternoon/good morning to everyone that hates Sergio Ramos, I just want to remind you, we won xo