{"id":6561,"date":"2012-05-03T17:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-05-03T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=6543"},"modified":"2012-05-03T17:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-05-03T16:00:00","slug":"wish-you-were-here-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2012\/05\/03\/wish-you-were-here-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Wish you were here 2."},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Kiki<\/strong><\/div>\n

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Ahoj:)) Jsem stra\u0161n\u011b r\u00e1da, \u017ee se v\u00e1m pov\u00eddka l\u00edb\u00ed;) Ani netu\u0161\u00edte, jak jsem vd\u011b\u010dn\u00e1 za ka\u017ed\u00fd koment\u00e1\u0159\u2026 Tak snad v\u00e1s nezklamu;)) K.<\/em><\/div>\n

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<\/em> Nastal \u010das Andreasova odjezdu dom\u016f. Bill mu byl za cel\u00e9 tyhle pr\u00e1zdniny s n\u00edm neskute\u010dn\u011b vd\u011b\u010dn\u00fd. Moc mu pomohl, sna\u017eil se jeho my\u0161lenky p\u0159iv\u00e9st jinam ne\u017e na n\u011bj, a to se mu taky dost da\u0159ilo.
„D\u00edky moc, Andy, jsi v\u00e1\u017en\u011b skv\u011bl\u00fd,“ lou\u010dil se s n\u00edm na n\u00e1dra\u017e\u00ed. „P\u0159\u00ed\u0161t\u00ed pr\u00e1zdniny, jasn\u00fd?“ Pousm\u00e1l se lehce. Necht\u011bl, aby ho opustil \u010dlov\u011bk, kter\u00e9ho m\u011bl tak r\u00e1d. Av\u0161ak Facebook to jistil, tak\u017ee kontakt ur\u010dit\u011b nep\u0159eru\u0161\u00ed.
„Ale, nem\u00e1\u0161 v\u016fbec za co. A u\u017e se netrap, jasn\u00fd?“ Rozcuchal mu lehce vlasy.
„Jasn\u00fd!“ Zasm\u00e1l se Bill a objal sv\u00e9ho kamar\u00e1da.<\/p>\n

Bohu\u017eel za chvili\u010dku jej musel pustit, proto\u017ee vlak se \u0159\u00edtil do stanice. Dlouh\u00fd pohled do o\u010d\u00ed, posledn\u00ed objet\u00ed a Andy nastupoval do jednoho z n\u011bkolika vag\u00f3n\u016f. \u010cekala jej dlouh\u00e1 cesta dom\u016f, ale za t\u011bch p\u00e1r t\u00fddn\u016f to teda st\u00e1lo. Je\u0161t\u011b mu zam\u00e1val z okna, a potom se pohodln\u011b usadil na seda\u010dku.<\/p>\n

Bill se pomalu roze\u0161el k autu, kde \u010dekala jeho m\u00e1ma, kter\u00e1 je sem odvezla. Cel\u00e1 cesta prob\u00edhala v tichosti. Op\u011bt musel nad v\u0161\u00edm p\u0159em\u00fd\u0161let. Te\u010f je v\u00e1\u017en\u011b s\u00e1m. Nikdo, kdo by jej mohl obejmout a \u0159\u00edct mu, \u017ee v\u0161echno bude dobr\u00fd. V\u0161echno by se m\u011blo vr\u00e1tit do star\u00fdch kolej\u00ed. Jen on a hudba. Zav\u0159en\u00fd v pokoji se sluch\u00e1tky v u\u0161\u00edch, pap\u00edry a tu\u017ekami. Miloval kreslen\u00ed, stejn\u011b jako poslouch\u00e1n\u00ed sv\u00fdch obl\u00edben\u00fdch p\u00edsni\u010dek.<\/div>\n

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Byl dal\u0161\u00ed kr\u00e1sn\u00fd den, jeden z mnoha letn\u00edch, a \u010dernovl\u00e1sek sed\u011bl na houpa\u010dce. Na\u0161t\u011bst\u00ed pro n\u011bj se stm\u00edvalo, a to znamenalo, \u017ee vykoukne na oblohu m\u011bs\u00edc a spousta hv\u011bzd, lid\u00e9 za\u010dnou zal\u00e9zat do sv\u00fdch dom\u016f. P\u0159esn\u011b tohle miloval. Nikde nikdo, klid, jen on a jeho vlastn\u00ed my\u0161lenky. Pomalu se houpal do rytmu p\u00edsn\u011b.<\/p>\n

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you’re unlike any other?
You’ll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don’t wanna ever love another
You’ll always be my thunder<\/p>\n

<\/em> Vzpom\u00ednal, co si tehdy psali. A\u017e budou spolu, tak tady budou sed\u011bt a dr\u017eet se za ruce. V\u0161echno tohle byly jen vzpom\u00ednky, kter\u00e9 se vlastn\u011b nestaly ani skute\u010dnost\u00ed. Jak moc tu pr\u00e1v\u011b cht\u011bl b\u00fdt s n\u00edm a b\u00fdt \u0161\u0165astn\u00fd\u2026? \u0160\u0165astn\u00fd jen d\u00edky n\u011bmu. Bohu\u017eel, tohle realita nikdy nebude. Tak stra\u0161n\u011b moc se tr\u00e1pil, ale jen uvnit\u0159 sebe. Navenek to nikdo nepoznal. Necht\u011bl s t\u00edm obt\u011b\u017eovat okol\u00ed. Byl r\u00e1d, \u017ee je s n\u00edm alespo\u0148 dobr\u00fd kamar\u00e1d a kontakt spolu nep\u0159eru\u0161ili. Psali si ka\u017ed\u00fd den, jako tehdy… Ale musel ps\u00e1t jin\u00fdm stylem, omezit p\u00e1r<\/em> slov\u00ed\u010dek, kter\u00e1 by mu tak moc r\u00e1d \u0159ekl nebo alespo\u0148 napsal. Opravdu ho miloval a m\u011bl pocit, \u017ee jej zn\u00e1, \u017ee on je pro n\u011bj ten prav\u00fd, i p\u0159es to, \u017ee se s n\u00edm roze\u0161el.<\/p>\n

Hodiny ukazovaly dev\u011bt hodin a byl \u010das se vr\u00e1tit dom\u016f. Dal\u0161\u00ed bezesn\u00e1 noc p\u0159ed n\u00edm. Nicm\u00e9n\u011b, nezb\u00fdvalo mu nic jin\u00e9ho, ne\u017e se opravdu rozej\u00edt zp\u00e1tky. Mo\u017en\u00e1 by si mohl je\u0161t\u011b sko\u010dit na po\u010d\u00edta\u010d, jestli tam nebude i on. Tak stra\u0161n\u011b moc se p\u0159ed n\u00edm p\u0159etva\u0159oval\u2026 I kdy\u017e spolu volali, tak i psali. A on to nikdy nepoznal. Bohu\u017eel a i na\u0161t\u011bst\u00ed. Asi p\u0159ed t\u00fddnem si sl\u00edbili, \u017ee by to v z\u00e1\u0159\u00ed mohli zkusit znova, ale ned\u00e1val tomu moc \u0161anci. Bude to zase stejn\u00e9. Nikdy se neuvid\u00ed, na to bydl\u00ed a\u017e moc daleko od sebe a nem\u011blo to ani nejmen\u0161\u00ed cenu.<\/p>\n

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Pohodln\u011b se usadil za stolem se sv\u00fdm po\u010d\u00edta\u010dem a zapnul si okam\u017eit\u011b program Skype. Byl tam! \u0160\u0165astn\u011b se usm\u00e1l a rozhodoval se dlouhou chv\u00edli, jestli napsat jako prvn\u00ed. Nakonec mu to nedalo a ud\u011blal prvn\u00ed krok on. Napsal mu. T\u00e9m\u011b\u0159 okam\u017eit\u011b uvid\u011bl tu\u017eku, kter\u00e1 se mu pohybuje po monitoru. Odepisoval mu. Na tv\u00e1\u0159i se Billovi vykouzlil \u00fasm\u011bv. Den<\/em> se st\u00e1v\u00e1 kr\u00e1sn\u011bj\u0161\u00edm. A to jen d\u00edky psan\u00ed si s n\u00edm. Pustil si p\u00edsni\u010dky, co\u017e znamenalo naru\u0161ov\u00e1n\u00ed no\u010dn\u00edho klidu, ale jemu to bylo \u00fapln\u011b jedno. Byl spokojen\u00fd, tak a\u0165 o tom ka\u017ed\u00fd v\u00ed.<\/p>\n

Najel si na internetovou str\u00e1nku, kde se spolu sezn\u00e1mili, co\u017e znamenalo Facebook. Pod\u00edval se, co je nov\u00e9ho, okomentoval to, co se mu l\u00edbilo a podobn\u011b. Jako ka\u017ed\u00fd den. Najel si i na jeho profil. Chodil tam ka\u017ed\u00fd den. Zaj\u00edmalo ho, co ten den d\u011blal, jak se m\u011bl a podobn\u011b. A taky s k\u00fdm si psal. Jasn\u011b, byla to jeho v\u011bc, ale a\u010dkoliv necht\u011bl, musel si i s\u00e1m sob\u011b p\u0159iznat, \u017ee lehce \u017e\u00e1rlil. Zarazil se a bylo mu do breku, jakmile uvid\u011bl „Ve vztahu s\u2026“ Co\u017ee? V\u017edy\u0165\u2026 \u0158ekli si, \u017ee\u2026 V tu chv\u00edli nev\u011bd\u011bl, co m\u00e1 d\u011blat. Jestli se slo\u017eit pod st\u016fl a bre\u010det, nebo to nechat b\u00fdt, \u017ee je to fake vztah. Dal\u0161\u00ed v\u011bc ho zarazila, kdy\u017e uvid\u011bl v koment\u00e1\u0159\u00edch „Miluju t\u011b.“ Tak\u017ee fake vztah mohl vy\u0161krtnout. Do o\u010d\u00ed se mu vtla\u010dilo p\u00e1r mali\u010dk\u00fdch slz. Tohle je konec. Te\u010f u\u017e skute\u010dn\u011b.<\/p>\n

Dobr\u00e1 n\u00e1lada ode\u0161la s m\u00e1vnut\u00edm kouzeln\u00e9ho proutku. Vypnul po\u010d\u00edta\u010d a ode\u0161el do postele. Sna\u017eil se usnout, ale to se mu moc neda\u0159ilo. Po\u0159\u00e1d musel myslet na to, jak se tak moc mohl zklamat. Byl \u010das se rozlou\u010dit se spole\u010dnou budoucnost\u00ed a \u010das se kouknout po n\u011bkom jin\u00e9m. Ne, \u017ee by si cht\u011bl okam\u017eit\u011b n\u011bkoho naj\u00edt, ale pot\u0159eboval se zbavit toho tr\u00e1pen\u00ed a zapomenout\u2026<\/p>\n

autor: Kiki<\/strong><\/div>\n

betaread: J. :o)<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

autor: Kiki Ahoj:)) Jsem stra\u0161n\u011b r\u00e1da, \u017ee se v\u00e1m pov\u00eddka l\u00edb\u00ed;) Ani netu\u0161\u00edte, jak jsem vd\u011b\u010dn\u00e1 za ka\u017ed\u00fd koment\u00e1\u0159\u2026 Tak snad v\u00e1s nezklamu;)) K. Nastal \u010das Andreasova odjezdu dom\u016f. Bill mu byl za cel\u00e9 tyhle pr\u00e1zdniny s n\u00edm neskute\u010dn\u011b vd\u011b\u010dn\u00fd. Moc mu<\/p>\n

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