TITLE : Take My Message
AUTHOR : Flor
PAIRINGS: Cristiano Ronaldo/Michael Owen
RATING : PG
DISCLAIMER : This story does not represent the persons named in any way or reflect their sexuality. It is a total work of fantasy.
AUTHOR'S NOTES : I needed to change my style of fictions... after reading this, I definitely understood I'm really far from what I want, but it's a nice and sweet story.

"You've been crying endlessly."
"I know. And what does it mean?"
"It means, Cris, that he was not a man like another for you."

Tears, pain and sadness... also this day, nothing new. All's like every day since he left. Michael, my little one, my love, my life, my friend and my shelter.

"No, Rui, no. He's like everyone else. He's nothing for me, he left me and he doesn't deserves me."
"Cris, you know it's not true... "
"Please, go away. I'm ok, I only want to stay a bit on my own... "
"I don't want to leave you here. You have to go out, enjoy and think of other things. You should look for a boyfriend."
"You know I don't like men... I love Mike, but this is another thing."
"Please, come with me and with the boys... you need to distract yourself."
"Ok... Rui, thanks... "

"You had a crush on him, nothing more, man!"
"It's not true, Ricardo. I really love him... it..it was something special, something that happens once in life and sometimes you neither understand it. But I did, and now he's gone, I'm lost."
"Uh... how tragic and poetic.."
"This is what I feel, and it's all genuine and pure, and *true*."
"But he left you... I mean, he preferred Real to you. "
"Oh, fuck you! Always so gentle, uh?"

No one understands me, no one understands this perfect love we shared. Of course he knows nothing of my feelings for him... but it was so crystalline... all the time we spent together...

... when we first met, after that match in which we both scored...
... when Mike taught me English...
... when Mike brought me home and we remained one hour and a half in his car talking...
... all the times I was at his home and we talked and laughed and cried because of life... ... when we plaid against in the European Championship and I won... ... Mike was crying and hugged me so thigh that I was choking... ... when that call arrived...
... when they stole him from me...

"Sorry, I feel sick... I'll go home... "

Nothing in the letterbox. Not a letter nor a postcard... he promised me he would write... please, let me hate you, why can I only love you? I want to go bed and sleep forever. In dreams you don't suffer.

There are six missed calls and a message on the answering machine. Let me deceive myself for the last time... the last time... tell me it's you... please...

The message: < Hi! I phoned you a lot of times but you never answer. You're really gorgeous... One of your friends gave me your number. My name's Alicia, if you're interested, call me. I like you... a kiss... >

Have you seen, Cristiano, have you seen? Did you raised your hopes? This is what you gain... only this from Mike... only this... go away, forget him!

Driiin! Driiin! (I bet it's another tramp who wants my money... ) Driiin! Driiin! Driiin! (Stop it... let me live... ) Driiin! Driiin! (A bed... I want my bed... to sleep... not to get up anymore... )Driiin! Drii... biiip.
Here's Cristiano Ronaldo. (No, it's not me... I'm not myself since he left... ) I'm not in, please leave a message after the bip. (Please... please... please... tell me it's you!!!)

< ... Cris... I'm Michael. I'm sorry I didn't phone you. Here it's not as I thought it would have been. Maybe because of the teammates, or maybe because you're not here. I broke my contract. I'll arrive at Manchester Airport tomorrow at 8 am. I don't claim that you'll be there, but I need to tell you I'm sorry for these months of silence... I had to think of us... and I've finally understood that -it doesn't matter what will happen- I will love you forever... for your smile and for your eyes... forgive me, please... I miss you... >

THE END