#christopher ansari

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 [waves crashing on the beach]

Laura -  I’m sorry, I just... Chris - No, It’s okay. Laura - [taking a deep breath] Things haven't been easy lately.

The sun even seemed to be in a hurry to rise, and they just watched. On the other hand, an immense peace settled in her chest.

Laura - Today was one of the best days I've had in a long time. I'm… getting used to feeling this again. Get out, people, these things… you know. But I needed. Chris - For me too... Thank you! Laura - Oh my god [laughing] thank you too!

They began to laugh together, and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

Laura - [almost whispering] Thank you… Chris - [whispering too] You’re welcome. [they laugh again] Can I do anything else for you, miss? Laura - Yes you can, sir.

And she kisses him. The kiss feels like home, cuddles and something good, really good.

Soon after, she was home. And when she lies in bed to sleep, it even seems like a lie: That good feeling again.

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The cool morning air invaded the streets of Bridgeport. Lorena heard the noisy, urban silence, broken only by the low voices, as she walked to the bedroom door, drunk and sleepy. The next day, oh... she wouldn't remember that! In fact, the party was long over for the other guests. The glasses around the house, the empty bottles, the stereo had long been turned off. But in the living room, there was a small revolution in two lives brought together by chance (or not).

So many subjects, eye to eye, smiles and involuntary touches. As a magnet. They both felt the connection as well as everyone else that day. Nobody interrupted them, it was evident that they just needed each other.

“Even his voice was cozy”, Laura thought, discreetly noticing other curious features. Chris talked about philosophy, politics and history but also about family, work and TV series that weren’t up to date. In each of the subjects, they found something in common, a good sense of belonging. You’d say Laura and Chris were already friends without even knowing each other in this world. They just needed to meet.

But there was something else. While he talked about how the first years were living alone, she felt a huge urge to snuggle in his chest to better feel that perfume that came from time to time on her nose. Feeling his beard scratching her neck lightly. “Oh, no!” she said aloud, making Chris realize how distracted she was. The sun was almost rising. "It's late" he almost whispered looking disappointed. "Or early".

A strange silence settled, the first since they started talking that night. Laura didn't want to go home, she felt restless, anxious after noticing her feelings. He made that inner mess a little worse. "Come on, I'll take you home" he said going to Lorena's room to get another helmet.

As soon as she got on the bike, she felt despair, like panic. "Chris? Sunrise... on the beach.” ”Yeah...I got it"

He sighted, feeling her arms around him.

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“And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me And after all, you're my wonderwall’”

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He saw the girl standing by the balcony, stamping her feet and complaining to herself in a hoarse voice... it was funny! Her hair escaping from her loose bun as she shook her head to brush some strands off her face and light her cigarette. It was mesmerizing to see her smoking, taking a deeply drag and then pressing her lips to blow the smoke, drawing shapes against the dim light on that dark night. He hated cigarettes, although he had to admit, it suited her. It had been a while since he'd noticed anyone like this, in small details. Was that a good sign? Maybe... But it didn't seem right. The self-punishing mode on that damn phone seemed a safer, more comfortable place. The memories he should erase (but couldn't), the face he should forget (but didn't want).  Somehow, in that state, he felt protected from something he didn't know what it was, too afraid to find out. But just a breath of wind in the right direction. Oh, chance... playing with the fate and lives of those who are sometimes too tired to start over, like a push. Smoke hit the allergic guy as he tried to get up off the balcony. Simple like that. And then the clumsy encounter of two somewhat disinterested looks. Between apologies and attempts to prove that "oh no, I'm not the guy who would just be trying to get your attention" they were suddenly curious. The shape of the eyes and how the lips moved to speak. The bruises on his hands, the freckles on her cheeks. Not sure why, each other's presence became comfortable in a small exchange of words. He stood up, totally awkward. They both looked shy in opposite directions... it was a pleasant surprise to hear a friendly voice in such a challenging place. They weren't alone anymore, and that didn't look bad at all! Chris stopped in front of Laura, some distance away. He squinted smiling shyly and took a deep breath as she held her gaze in his eyes, as if waiting for something. "Want to drink something?" "Yes, I want!" The right question, the right answer. Fate smiles happily when two victims act exactly as they should act. From then on, life would take care of everything.

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It's not exactly running away. Just give some kicks, break some noses. I need it now more than ever! Don’t get me wrong, I'm not the violent type. But inside a ring, the feeling is amazing. A socially acceptable way of expressing a somewhat dark side? Probably. It's better that way. I get out of a fight feeling light. Exhausted, the adrenaline rushing through my body, I don’t even feel the pain, it comes later.

Battle scars are memories, each has an important meaning. Where I went wrong, what I can improve, where I lowered my guard, where I wasn’t good enough... 

There is winning or winning, at least in my mind. Sometimes you don’t get a second chance, it’s a lesson for life.

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