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Post by zelda on Jan 17, 2007 6:43:15 GMT 10
Hi, Claire! Finally Carter and Abby find the time to come out with it! You are so much better than TPTB,baby! It was tough, even brutal, but very honest, AT LAST! Abby was perfect in her frustrations as a lover AND as a friend! The tension is relieved at the end ... but I really enjoyed the exchange! And I guess it's not so easy to forgive, whatever the sincerity of the words! WELL DONE!
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Post by kia on Jan 20, 2007 4:36:48 GMT 10
Hi! Thank you so much for your reviews. You're great! INTERVAL “And I won’t look back, though it hurts like hell, someday I will forget. This is letting go” Letting Go, Sozzi Luka was running through Chicago. He had talked to Thomas and was still nervous. It had been a very tiring session and he wasn’t so sure about going on with the therapy. He couldn’t see any signs of improvement. That night he didn’t want to stay at home, he just didn’t like the idea of his void and cold apartment. So he put on his track suit and went outside to run. But outside it was raining like hell. Luka was going back and forth along the lake and was getting more and more soaked. He didn’t care: he was too nervous and he needed to calm his nerves. And besides he liked the rain. It was as if he was going to be purified in order to get a new rebirth. So, singing like crazy, he went on with his running. Abby was looking outside the window. The rain was hitting the glass, drawing some disordered tears. She tried to follow each of those drops with her finger but the time was still moving too slowly. When she was a child she liked staring at the rain. She remembered that, one night, her mother, during one of her Prozac trips, had taken Eric and her outside, under the rain, without any umbrellas. Abby had still in mind Maggie’s form dancing crazily. She had looked like a fairy wearing only her white and light nightie. She had been so unreal Abby too had wanted to look like a fairy. That night, she trembled at the memory but she was surprised to find herself thinking that it would be amusing going downstairs and dancing in the rain. Like a child. Like the child she had never been. What was she turned into? John smiled. He had just found a little piece of paper in one of the lateral pockets of his suitcase. He recognized immediately the handwriting. Kem. He opened it and started reading: “Dear John, if things are following my plans, you’ll read this in Chicago. I just want to thank you for your fantastic company and for our little talks. While I’m writing this I realize that I’m going to miss you a lot. I wish I were there with you. You know how romantic I am and so I’d like to imagine you reading this during a stormy night. You would think at the African sun and at the blinding light of those days. How much time did we sped looking at the blue sky? If you’re feel alone, don’t worry because I’m thinking of you. Love, Kem” Carter couldn’t believe it. He read Kem’s letter over and over again, handling the sheet very carefully; he was afraid to tear it. After a while he looked outside and, incredible, it was raining. He put his hand on the glass, closed his eyes and immediately felt less alone.
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Post by Real Dream on Jan 20, 2007 4:51:25 GMT 10
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Post by kia on Jan 25, 2007 5:05:36 GMT 10
Thank you again! Hope you'll continue reading my story...in this part i just speculate about Luka's private life. Hope you won't mind. LUKA’S HOUSE “Mi manchi tanto amico caro davvero e tante cose son rimaste da dire, ascolta sempre solo musica vera e cerca sempre se puoi di capire”* L’arcobaleno, Adriano Cementano “Do you want some more?” “No, thanks…” “You can tell me if you didn’t like it” “I liked it! It was just…different…” “At least you didn’t throw up everything…” “Dr Kovac! You should know that the digestive process will start in about two hours” “Speaking about digestion: would you like a shot of vodka?” “True Russian vodka? Of course!” “It’s better. And don’t be so sarcastic: it really comes from Russia! One of my friend always sends it to me” “Do you have a friend in Russia?” “No, he’s Russian, but he lives in Serbia” “Oh my God…I don’t think I want to know the whole story…but, wait: how is it possible that the bottles aren’t confiscated by American customs?” “Oh…if I were you, I wouldn’t ask. I come back soon” “All right, bootlegger” While Luka was in the kitchen Carter looked around: he liked Luka’s house. Carter could see Luka’s personal touch in the furnishing; it made the house cosy. “I’m back!”. Luka was holding a bottle and two little glasses. He served the vodka and raised his glass. Carter took his: “Wow, it’s frozen!” “It should be…ready? You should drink it in one shot, ok? To you, John and to whatever made us friends” “To you, Luka” They cheered and Luka gulped immediately his shot. As if it was water. Carter tried imitating him but ended up coughing furiously. “Oh God, it’s too strong…I can’t breath…what’s this?” “Honey and peppers. Just drink it, you weakling man!” Carter drank and went on coughing for almost five minutes. When he stopped he looked at Luka: “Thanks for the dinner” “You’re welcome. So tell me: what’s new?” Carter took a piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to Luka, who watched him curiously: “Are you going to use only letters now?” “How funny…it’s not something written for you. It’s from Kem” “Kem?” “Read it first” Luka opened the letter and read it carefully. John looked at his facial expressions: at first he had a light smile but then it seemed that he almost had tears in his eyes. At the end he closed it, put it on the table and looked at Carter: “It’s so sweet. There’s no need to explain. Do you like her?” “I do like her. But she’s living in Congo” “Write her a letter…no wait…maybe you should try to call her” “If I heard her voice it would be worse…” “I know. But you’ll have the chance to talk to her. I think this is the most important thing” Carter didn’t speak for a while, and then: “If you saw her…she has such wonderful eyes…they’re so burning and alive” “I’m happy for you. Don’t waste things” “And you?” “Me what?” “No women? Maybe Gillian…” Luka burst out laughing: “She left me. And do you know how? She wrote me a letter! It’s so incredible…by the way there’s someone new in my life. His name is Thomas, he’s 50 years old and he’s an analyst. I’m on therapy” “And how’s that?” “Sometimes it’s easy sometimes it’s all so complicated. It’s a long road but Thomas thinks I’ll come through. He told me I’m strong” “He’s right, you know? If you need a friend…” Luka was a bit touched: “Thanks. Why are you doing all this?” “Because you should hate me but you don’t. And time ago you didn’t interfere” They smiled lightly at each other and went on with the last news. *“I miss you so much, my dear friend and I still have a lot of things to tell you. I hope you’ll listen to real music And you’ll try to understand me”
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Post by larue on Jan 25, 2007 5:35:31 GMT 10
She felt as if he slapped her: “You’re right. It’s only that…”, some tears were forming in her eyes, “I truly believed in us. I was so happy sometimes. You made me so happy. I imagined our story would have lasted forever. In my dreams it was all perfect, all shiny. I threw away something important because of you, you know…” You and Luka and your relationship, I know.
Wow....this passage kind of summed up my whole feeling for that pathetically wretched relationship known as 'Carby'. Awesome writing!
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Post by zelda on Jan 25, 2007 6:01:41 GMT 10
Chiara, ( love the name so much! ) I agree with Larue. Carby sucks. But this chapter is so well structured! I really love the strong interaction between Carter and Luka! First, some bantering about alcohol, ( YESSSS, I love vodka! , but the dialogue turns into something very intense and personal! I like Carter being a thoughtful friend and Luka being able to open up so easily to him! It's a very addictive story, Kia!
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Post by kia on Jan 29, 2007 2:38:28 GMT 10
Thank you so much! Here's next part. Hope you like it. ABBY “Ti ho vista vergognarti di tua madre, fare a pezzi il tuo cognome, sempre senza disturbare, che non si sa mai”* Quella che non sei, Ligabue “I’m not at home. You can leave a message after the signal. Thanks. BIP” “Hi darling, I’m mom. You haven’t called me for a while…have you seen Eric? Last time I called him we had a fight…call me when you listen to my message. Bye” Sitting in a dark corner, her back against the wall, Abby was staring fixedly at the phone. She was afraid to move, afraid that her mother would suddenly appear and ruin her life again. Maybe this will go away if I don’t think at it. But the red light of her machine was hurting her sight and she couldn’t help but hear her mother’s cracking voice again and again. So she had had a fight with Eric. And he was missed. As if she was living an extra corporeal experience, she saw herself trying to call Eric, not finding him and trying to look for him at his military base. She couldn’t do it anymore. They looked for her only when they had some problems to solve. And she knew too well how all the story would end. Her mother and her brother crying and hugging and saying sorry to each other, while she stood alone in a corner, looked reproachfully because she was different, because she was healthy and, in a way, she didn't deserve to be part of her own family. But this time I won’t help them. I’m just so tired. They must learn to look after themselves. She stood up abruptly and quickly erased the message. After that she went out in the chilly night. She walked quickly as if someone was after her but she couldn’t help noticing that the people around her seemed all happy. Or better, they seemed all part of happy families. They were walking hand in hand, with smiling children running all along. She touched her belly instinctively and thought painfully at what she had lost. She repeated to herself for the millionth time that she had done the right thing. What kind of childhood would my baby have had? Like mine, maybe? She thought at the few happy moments she had had, when she had hold little Eric at night, for example. She saw clearly her father’s image, she saw his kind smile and felt his strong arms around her and his stubble scratching her face, she smelt the odour of his tobacco and of his cologne. She stopped in her tracks. Slow down, Abby. Just don’t start crying. Those times are gone. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. She breathed slowly and succeeded in staying calm. She looked around and understood immediately her whereabouts. She chuckled to herself: she was in the only place she needed and wanted to be. She approached the familiar door and knocked lightly. * “I saw you embarrassed because of your mother, I saw you destroying your name Without causing any disturbs That it’s better that way”
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Post by zelda on Jan 29, 2007 9:34:29 GMT 10
kia, Long time, no see! I missed you, girl! As usual, your style is what strikes me most! I like these short passages, when everything is written without pathos, with simple words which emphasize the emotions. And you write like a witness, saying nothing about your own feelings! It's up to your readers to react or not!!!! Here, Abby's loneliness, and sadness , and also her revolt for being excluded from the circle Maggie created with Eric, is really heartwrenching! Your last sentence is the most beautiful...the knock at the door! > Karma for you asap!
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Post by stella on Jan 30, 2007 0:27:23 GMT 10
Chiara, ho appena letto la tua storia dall'inizio ed è fantastica! I translate... I just read the whole story and it's amazing! "You have to tell everybody about them. You have to describe how wonderful the three of them were. If you stop surviving and start living they’ll live with you. Don’t get your past ruin what you are”This part touched me deeply and made me realize something about my past...and future! I can't wait to read more!
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Post by J£nan!s on Feb 1, 2007 2:14:43 GMT 10
Wow, congrats ! I really love your fanfic' ! I can't believe english isn't your first language ! It seems perfect to me ! I love read you ! Keep going and thank you !
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Post by kia on Feb 1, 2007 5:01:08 GMT 10
Girls, you're great! Here's next part. Let me know what you think. Kia LUKA’S HOUSE “Tu che sei ciò che sei, che non cambierai mai promettimi che ci sarà sempre un posto che tieni caldo per me. Fino a che tutte le strade portano a te Lascia che piova pure, prendiamo il sole che c’è”* Tutte le strade portano a te, Ligabue The door opened and their eyes locked. “Abby?! It’s so late! You ok? Come in please, it’s so cold outside…” His voice had the tone of protection she loved so much. His eyes showed all the apprehension he was feeling in finding her on his doorstep, alone, cold, and in the middle of the night. Only at that moment Abby realized she was trembling though she was already feeling warmer. “Luka, I’m sorry…I don’t know what I’m doing here” “It doesn’t matter. I’ll prepare you a cup of tea”, he took her hand and lead her inside, “Sit down, turn on the radio, I don’t know, do what you want. I'll come back soon” She stood alone in the living room. On the couch she found one of Luka’s sweater and put it on. His perfume hit her and She felt dazed for a littlle. It was strong, a bit particular and it suited him perfectly. She looked outside the window: Wow! She could see the whole town sleeping and the lake blinking peacefully in the distance. She didn’t notice Luka until he put one of his hands on her shoulder. She jumped back and looked at him. Their faces were so close they almost touched and he gazed deeply into her eyes. They stood still for a moment, then Luka shook his head and spoke: “Abby? Your tea” “Oh thanks. Mmhh good, vanilla flavor, my favorite. How did you remember that?” “I remember everything about you”, he stressed everything, “You put my sweater on” “Yeah, I was a little cold” “Do you need also an afghan?” He was always so gentle. Abby stood silent, without stopping looking outside the window. “What’s the matter?” “There’s no matter. I’m fine” “Ok. Let me think. Carter? No, you’re over him…then…your job. No, you’re good at it, I know…mmhh…your mother…” Abby jumped and went away from Luka. “I hit the mark! Would you like to speak about it?”, no answer, “Ok. I’ll listen to your silence trying to calm you without speaking” At his sentence she start to cry. Luka was shocked; he had never seen her crying. Sure, this time must be a crap situation if she lets me see her crying. He walked quickly towards her and held her tight. It felt like home to her as she put her head on his chest. She began telling him everything, starting from the message in her machine and ending with the childhood memories which had tortured her on the street. At the end, she was worn out. Luka held her and made her sit on the couch. He knelt in front of her and raised her face with his hands making her look at him. “Are you feeling guilty?” “My mother, my brother…they’re my family. And I deliberately decided not to give a damn about them. I’m a terrible person” “You aren’t. I see how much this is hurting you. I know you’re tired, but they love you. I think they trust you. You’re a doctor and they think you always know what to do…” “They never follow my advices” “That’s a typical familial situation. Look, I’ve tried to convince my father to quit smoking for years. Do you think I’ve succeeded?” Abby shook her head. “You’re right. What should I do?” “What should I do?” “Help and love them. Love is always the right answer” “Do you believe in love?” “Of course. It’s the most meaningful thing” “I envy you. I can’t believe in it anymore…” “I’ve believed the same thing for years. But then…”, he stopped and turned his head away. She searched his sight again: “But then, what?” “…I’ve looked around. The world is an explosion of love although sometimes it’s difficult to see it” And then it happened. It was all so simple and sweet that describing it seems so unnecessary. They got closer and closer and their lips brushed slightly. It lasted one second but for them it was eternal. Then Abby broke the kiss and stood immediately. “I must go” “Please, wait…”, but she was already outside. * “You are what you are and you’re not going to change, promise me that there will be always a place that you are going to keep warm for me. Till the moment that all the streets bring to you, let the rain comes down, We’ll take sun when there’ll be”
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Post by stella on Feb 1, 2007 18:26:47 GMT 10
Great chapter!! I loved it! I love the way you write their emotions! I can't wait for more!
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Post by graciewwing on Feb 5, 2007 2:43:29 GMT 10
Your writing is amazing and this is rea;lly awesome!
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Post by Caffy on Feb 5, 2007 6:48:16 GMT 10
*slaps self silly* I can't believe I haven't ranted about how much I love this fic yet! You're English is seriously amazing. You put me to shame most certainly on the language front! But anyway, Yeah, Your style is amazing, I love how you describe everything so... Realistically, and so kinda like, not just what Abby/Luka would do but what any real person would do/feel. I think (for me) thats what makes your writing so powerful, the fact that you don't just connect with your characters but you connect with um, people. ... I don't tend to make sense ever. Basically amazing work and I LOOOOOVE it with much passion I do I do
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Post by kia on Feb 5, 2007 8:11:52 GMT 10
oh girls...thank you so much! With your comments you almost made me cry. Thank you!! Here's next part. Enjoy! CARTER “Everybody needs somebody to love” Everybody Needs Somebody To Love, The Blues Brothers He could hear only clicks and interferences as his eyes were fixed on the clock. The seconds were measuring his agony. He was about to give up, when: « Allô, qui est à l’appareil? »* He was silent for a while. Then his mind began formulating a sentence: « Emmhh, parlez-…vous…mmhh…anglais? »** «Attendez. Angélique, il y a un mec qui parle seulement anglais ! ».*** His ear registered the loud thud of the receiver on the table. Would they have understood me? If only could I speak French…He was getting more and more nervous. And still nobody at the other side of the phone. “Hallo? Who’s there?” He smiled. Angélique! “His Angélique”. He was relieved to hear a friend’s voice. “Angélique? Hi, I’m John. Carter” “Oh my…hi! How are you? It’s been a while…” “I’m good, thanks. Everything is still the same in Chicago. And you, everything ok?” “Here too, it’s always the same. We see a lot of pain but we also can get great satisfactions, you know…I’m just checking our last supplies of quinine. Talking about it: how’s Luka doing?” “Better than you and me, I must admit. He recovered perfectly, he came back to work and he has already all his admirers back. You should see him” “Very good. Say hi for me…Carter, do you want me to call her?” “Who?” “Do you think I’m stupid? I know why you called, Romeo. Juliet is here, hold the line”, she could hear his light laughter. “Angélique, you’re so amazing” “Hallo?” He paralyzed for a moment. Her voice, her velvety voice. He remembered everything immediately: her laughter, her eyes, the way her hair fell on her eyes. “Kem?” She was silent. And then he heard her stumbling voice: “John? I’m so happy…”, she was almost crying, “I’m so glad you called me. I miss you so much. I wished hard you’d call and you did it. It’s unbelieverable. I’m so happy…” “I found your letter”. She giggled. “It was very sweet. And you know what? It was raining when I read it. I was so scared of calling you but now I’m happy. Everything is so perfect… I was missing you and your voice incredibly. I need to see you. Is it possible? I can think at something…” “Let me think…I have a week leave in two weeks. I could fly to Chicago” “I’m already at the airport waiting for you! I can’t believe it! I’m meeting you in two weeks!” Kem laughed and Carter felt happy. He was counting down the days. “It will be wonderful! But now I’ve to go. You know, I’m using the only telephone we have” Carter tried hiding his disappointment. Don’t be sad: you have just to wait a little.“Ah ok. Then goodbye” “Goodbye. See you soon” See you soon. Kem’s greeting was spinning in his mind. He had just put down the phone when he noticed his dull expression in the mirror. He couldn’t help but laugh and when he left to go to work he was still grinning. * "Hi, who's on the phone?" ** "Do you speak English?" *** "Wait, please. Angélique, there's a guy who speaks only English!"
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