泥萌要滴文章(2)
2023-04-28 来源:百合文库
He stands dazed, taking it all in. The warmth, the smell of earth, the ground-trembling roars of the crowd. “This is real,” he exclaimed, a child who has just discovered Wonderland, “It's not a dream anymore!”
Above him, the spotlights blink before going off, the gate vanishing into empty blackness.
“William, this is the end of you!” Joker accelerates, gunning his rocket towards William, flames charring the grass, illuminating the moonless night —— A candle in otherwise total darkness.
“William, this is the end of you!” He spins around, an opponent smashing him squarely in the ribs. His ribs crumble under the force, the air being knocked out of his chest. His body spasms as pain explodes in his chest, head jerking upwards in agony, mouth stretching in a silent scream. He’s not surprised by the assault, but the pain. It has been replaying in his mind every single night since his last rugby game, the fateful game that pushed him off the peak of his career, where reality mercilessly tossed him into a dark valley, leaving him with nothing but love.
Love.
Pulling himself up, William searches for his girlfriend in the crowd as the world freezes around him —— Kicked-up dirt and crystal spheres of sweat suspends mid-air; the audience is frozen into mannequins with outstretched hands and strained faces in the middle of cheering. William dreamily walks up to his girlfriend in the first row of the spectator stand. He admired her face: that gorgeous face, as perfectly proportioned as a sculpture, her silky blond hair and her ocean blue eyes, always twinkling with laughter. He has never seen a more perfect face. Yet her expression is that of mixed horror and worry. Lovingly he caresses her cheek, so fine and sleek, and strokes her hair. He is never a meticulous man; He is a sportsman —— a warrior of great strength and will, but now he closes her frightened eyes with the tenderest touch he can muster, and her face softens into a sorrowful smile. William cups his hands around her face, warming it and beholds her for one last time, with all the world’s sadness and wonder in his eyes, as a tear slides down her cheek. “Don’t cry, my dear,” he whispered, trying to avoid the catch in his throat, “I...I will come back to you. I promise.” His chest tightens as he turns away, eyes squeezed shut in grieve and swiftly wipes the tears off his face, making sure she can’t see his fragility. He can’t wound her any more than he already had. William Ellis strides with sudden determination towards his opponent, hands balled into fists, eyes burning with a fire fuelled by love. The opponent is halfway across the field, a statue of rugby player mid-dash—— Head bowed like a bull, a victorious grin on his face, bulky arms clutching the ball to his pectorals. “No, you shall not pass!” William steadies himself in front of his opponent, his calves tightening, burning, eyes locked on the ball with a predator’s ferocity.
Above him, the spotlights blink before going off, the gate vanishing into empty blackness.
“William, this is the end of you!” Joker accelerates, gunning his rocket towards William, flames charring the grass, illuminating the moonless night —— A candle in otherwise total darkness.
“William, this is the end of you!” He spins around, an opponent smashing him squarely in the ribs. His ribs crumble under the force, the air being knocked out of his chest. His body spasms as pain explodes in his chest, head jerking upwards in agony, mouth stretching in a silent scream. He’s not surprised by the assault, but the pain. It has been replaying in his mind every single night since his last rugby game, the fateful game that pushed him off the peak of his career, where reality mercilessly tossed him into a dark valley, leaving him with nothing but love.
Love.
Pulling himself up, William searches for his girlfriend in the crowd as the world freezes around him —— Kicked-up dirt and crystal spheres of sweat suspends mid-air; the audience is frozen into mannequins with outstretched hands and strained faces in the middle of cheering. William dreamily walks up to his girlfriend in the first row of the spectator stand. He admired her face: that gorgeous face, as perfectly proportioned as a sculpture, her silky blond hair and her ocean blue eyes, always twinkling with laughter. He has never seen a more perfect face. Yet her expression is that of mixed horror and worry. Lovingly he caresses her cheek, so fine and sleek, and strokes her hair. He is never a meticulous man; He is a sportsman —— a warrior of great strength and will, but now he closes her frightened eyes with the tenderest touch he can muster, and her face softens into a sorrowful smile. William cups his hands around her face, warming it and beholds her for one last time, with all the world’s sadness and wonder in his eyes, as a tear slides down her cheek. “Don’t cry, my dear,” he whispered, trying to avoid the catch in his throat, “I...I will come back to you. I promise.” His chest tightens as he turns away, eyes squeezed shut in grieve and swiftly wipes the tears off his face, making sure she can’t see his fragility. He can’t wound her any more than he already had. William Ellis strides with sudden determination towards his opponent, hands balled into fists, eyes burning with a fire fuelled by love. The opponent is halfway across the field, a statue of rugby player mid-dash—— Head bowed like a bull, a victorious grin on his face, bulky arms clutching the ball to his pectorals. “No, you shall not pass!” William steadies himself in front of his opponent, his calves tightening, burning, eyes locked on the ball with a predator’s ferocity.
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