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yet I can not forget, the truth is that having spent so many years should hebrlo fact it is possible that some of the blame may begrudge the inside and sometimes it makes me get up at night (those who get to sleep) asking if they also will be thinking of me.
But that makes me feel ridiculous, because I know he will not be doing, or maybe yes?
I was not what I should have been, perhaps at some point the charade of being a good friend so confused in my head that even I believed it myself, or maybe in the background and l razóny had not had pretended nothing was easier but so, thinking it was all a farce, that I never felt good at his side, who had never to support any of their conversations, finally, into believing that she hated him, and I also believe it happened.
On those nights in which I dealt with my insomnia got out of bed and wet my face, to refresh yourself, but honestly that was probably never bring my calmness.
used to avoid mirrors, or anything that would reflect me, hurt others see the face that had broke her innocent heart.
"Brother" that I had called "brother", had told me when things seemed to be the worst, and although I ocequé with the idea that it was him who would not let me move, I was the one that is destroying his life, and now I wonder, that was the right way?, earned the penalty case to break him apart?
do not know, but in those moments I knew we could not be together, not as he expected, and perhaps I took advantage of sweet and playful innocence that I had, I took advantage of all that smile and Deborah.
I've never seen him smile as before, never have I seen you rely on as before, never have I seen him ... as before.
For now, now, nothing is as before.
matured, if that can be called mature, blow, never thought I could do both dañoy at first I was happy because this was the right thing and if I did DAMAGE would or would not return back, then I hate him.
But he did not.
often saw him looking at selling my room, looking lost in her own questions, watery eyes and bowed head, was surrounded by many people, more than before, but his voice was not same, there was no soul, because I had brought with me.
still cared for me, still hoping that that was a lie, and worst of all, I still ... was his brother.
was short and broad, blunt-cut blond hair, his eyes were small and a bright blue, and his smile ... it was everything to me.
So why did I do?
do not know.
But now, it's too late.

Do Eyes Turn Pink When In Sun

brother .... Remember prologue

Well I have finally decided to upload the fic I'm doing
BigBang I hope you like everyone to read it and like it tell me how I can improve!
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Title: Remember
Pairing: TopDae / GDYB / G-Ri
Rating: in the Prologue
nothing intresting XD Notes: this is the prologue, Who is the person die? or is the "perfect man" Was seen the grave? I hope U can Understand the fic, the Inglés is not my flirts or second lenguaje, because I used the google translator, I will put the caps in spanish and english with the help of the translator, sorry for all mistakes. I want to dedicated this fic to my sista (supa_kamui) and patra86 (who liven up me to put this fic in lj), thanks!

I hope this fic will be goog for you!
Thanks for reading!

In English
Placed flowers on the grave and sighed, thinking of a tomb filled with memories and hit his head, still confused, so we really did not know as he was still able to stand against one headstone which read the name of the person to which he had always loved.
A tear escaped by sliding his right eye in a fall from his suicidal moflete to the ground, he does not stride, as always, remained cold and frozen, allowing escape of weakness that you offered your body after all perhaps, the very fund, it should.
Recalled as the time the smiles were gone from his face removing the words were few, only for talks and work with some ligue, nothing really focus on what your interest, or that women wanted fresh, because over the years, time had given him a good specimen of man.
Women rifaban what his habit serious and distant, their dangerous and masculine traits and personality cold had become a "sex symbol" in the eyes, which are often called the weaker sex, but deep down, most background, was still laughing like a child caught fun of his hand.
Miss it, as not doing so, the real question would be, as clear as a summer day, it had been for him, was what some parents to a son, what a friend for a boy, what a teacher for his ward, especially as a lover for a man.
He had many good times and bad, he had lived with all of the first times it really is important for a person and tragically also the last time.
When he left there was nothing there, her body seemed deflated inside, felt like everything that had filled him with rage and was booted sadism, and he lost it all, from that day had no effect, nor tears, no smiles, no sex, nothing, because he ... he was no more.
There were many people concerned, their family, their friends and still concerned, but people became to the idea that at least still alive.
Had been emptied a doll, a shell filled with lies, fear and a past that does not ever let him move, but the people who wanted to be accordingly.
Bent over in front of the tomb and found, spent his hand on the stone was cold, so cold as he felt a chill on his back and turned.
I smiled, but I could not see well, the sun will cegaba sight.
That person speaks, his voice was sweet, so sweet that it seemed to come from the sky.
Noticed you like a hand gently touched his shoulder and the warmth it flooded.
I was happy, as long that it was not, and was happy with that person took his hand and got up.
-I love you, "said a trickle of voice, deep and penetrating, but it is time to say goodbye, I hope you know understand, because this hurts me more than my ... ti-tightened with the force of his companion, it was harder than I had thought, you see this person, I love her and her voice sounded strong, and I want to spend the rest of my life to him.
That person returned a sweet smile, full of love, affection and understanding, he noticed the handshake was returned and he knew that was the right thing.
It was time to move on.

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IN English:
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Depositó las flores sobre la tumba y suspiró, un túmulo de pensamientos y recuerdos llenaron de golpe su cabeza, I was still confused, so I really do not know how he could still stand against this tombstone that read clearly the name of the person who had always loved. A tear escaped
sliding down his right eye in a suicidal fall from his cheeks to the floor, he did not flinch, as always, fríoy remained frozen, allowing escape of weakness that offered his body, after all, perhaps, deep down, he should be.
recalled how over time the smiles had been erased from his face, the words were few, only by working talks with the odd link, nothing we really focus their interest , fresh or women wishing him, because over the years, time had given him a good specimen of man.
Women raffled him, his demeanor serious and distant, dangerous and masculine traits and cold personality had become a "sex symbol" in the eyes of what they call the weaker sex but in bottom, very deep, yet was still laughing like a child caught his hand fun.
miss him, as do so would be the real question, as clear as a summer day had been everything to him, was what a parent for a child, a friend for a child, a teacher for his pupil and, especially, what a lover for a man.
He had given so many good times and bad, he had lived with all the first times it really is important for a person and tragically also the last time.
When he left, there was nothing, his body seemed to deflate inside, felt like everything that had filled him was torn with rage and sadism, he lost everything and thus, since that gave ; to anything he had felt, nor tears, no smiles, no sex, nothing, because he ... he was gone.
had bothered many people, his family, his friends and was still concerned about but people were getting the idea that at least still alive.
had been an empty doll, a good shell full of lies, fears and distant past that never let him move, but the people who wanted it accordingly.
He bent at the tomb and looked, ran his hand over the stone, she was cold, so cold as he felt a escalofríoa his back and turned.
Someone smiling, but he could not see the sun blinded him in sight.
That person spoke, his voice was sweet, so sweet it seemed to come from heaven.
noticed as a hand gently touched her shoulder and warmth flooded her.
was happy as long ago it was not, and was happy with that person, took her hand and stood up. "I love
said in a thread of voice, deep and penetrating, but it is time to say goodbye, I hope you know understand, because this hurts me a lot of mass me ... that you," shook with the force hand of his companion, that was harder than I thought, see this person, I love her and her voice sounded strong, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
That person gave him a sweet smile, full of warmth, affection and understanding, he noticed the handshake was returned and he knew he was right.
was time to move forward.

NA: I hope you like it, I had a hard time writing it, is something q left me deep inside so do not be bad eh? There are not many fics
BB in our language so I eVentures to do this I hope fans do not be aunq group
give him a chance and for those who are something gamers ... anyone knows who owns this point of view?
thanks for reading and see

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