BETTER IN TIME (2)
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
Better In Time (2)
"You can just come back". To me, but that she doesn't add. "You're used to
"I am", he smiles. "But it wasn't an option".
She even knows the reason - or has a good guess, but asks the question anyway.
"Why, Lothar? Why declining in the last moment?"
He shrugs. Just shrugs and looks at her.
"It was never an option".
"Because he's still in
He nods. "That too".
"You deserve more than..." She doesn't finish the phrase and regrets starting it, because she - of all people - knows how much it hurts. And knows, that accepting the situation doesn't make it better.
"But that's the way it goes", and there is no bitterness even.
How many years - she wants to ask. How many years are you waiting for him to notice you, and how long did it take to realize that he never will?
Instead she asks: "Does your wife..."
"Care one way or the other? No. That's one of the best things in this marriage".
She shakes her head in disbelief - and he notices it.
"She's got everything she wanted from our union - as did I".
She wonders how can he say all these things with a smile on his face. As if... As if he thinks that life is not worth struggling anymore.
"She doesn't love you" - half-question, half-guess.
He just laughs. "You're reading the newspapers, I take it".
And she again regrets the words she's just said.
But he shakes his head. "I didn't marry her to pay for her lovers. That's all".
"She has someone already?" Pure curiosity, the downfall of every woman.
"Probably", answers he curtly, and she doesn't know what is more in this reply - wounded pride or real feelings for his young wife.
She sighs and says it again:
"You can always come back".
"Why?" And it's as close to begging as she will let herself come to.
"I can't, Marjiana. You know it".
She does. And she knows how much he really wants to.
And in some way she is grateful to him for not taking her on her offer.
She remembers it. Two years ago, on Broadway, a chance meeting after the show, a blond man with a woman in dark-red dress, a couple of phrases exchanged... Such a small occurrence. Just a coincidence. Just twenty minutes in January.
Maybe Lothar would have left anyway. That's what she says to herself in moments like these.