Williamson X Josh II

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Paralysed


When did you start thinking I'm better?

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Days down,

Meanwhile broken apart. He's like a broken mirror replacing each pieces even after knowing it can't be the same. Kane Williamson, currently got injured from IPL, on his knees. Report assured he'd be unavailable until World Cup. Then what rested maybe not this time. Held his sketches beneath his hand for helping himself to walk. Walk to New Zealand.

He decided to keep things at a ratio. The ratio which shows nothing out. Only he would know what if he forgets.

'Hey its alright there. I wanted you to be sure about that. I've tests in Eng you might know. Things are going well. I hope you catched up with your mom and dad already. Hope everything is going fine with you there. You didn't pick my video call. I want to see you. And tell me soon when will you be available for coming here. You know I will even die.'

He read the mail from Steve Smith. Just reply him he was doing fine, everythingis alright--- lies.

Months before,

"I don't know what it felt like with having undying feedback still on head certainly made no sense out of it. Killing it seriously I've done!" Josh Hazlewood jerks off from his anger and shouted loud. Watched some tears falls from Williamson's cheeks. Egotistically, making Hazelwood to hate those cheeks, without what he never imagined a moment, those kisses, those fondles-- being a memory. A memory sucks! "If you think so. You already came down to clear it all down. Don't you hesitate to blow it up on me, Hazy. I won't mind having it with me. If you think so You'd do it correctly I promise, I won't get bother. Not even from now, I promise," Williamson says, wiped his tears in conceal.

As it goes, never coming back

World Cup,

Smith is noticing, though Williamson always made a smile for nothing. Which was normal, so normal with everybody. He made a smile today, but today the smile wasn't HIS SMILE. It faded, it faded from his face, erased his disturbances, hide his million miseries, flies the bitter acting across from his eyes. He got himself in UK days after his email. He came for Smith though. He was smiling, making everyone feel he's all okay, making laughter all the way. Smith recognised- How come a person changed himself within few days just after their unexpected divorce? He is happy, so happy like nothing happened, like he just came here after having Hazy's hug, even though its not truth.

Days down, still haven't cleared from medical tests. The coach and other staffs announcing day by day Williamson will come back, he is coming soon after the match..... but no, there's no sign. He got injured badly. Not so far, he again got injury on his left thumb in field vs Bangladesh. He was unsure for World Cup. He got a huge fracture on thumb.

And this is luck, what we can't creat.

Before,

- Look at my eyes. You can't lie to me, Williamson

- I'm not lying. I heard about Philippe, Smith. And I'm so glad that finally Hazy is moving with someone. Don't you see how happy he looks and often time he's got another option with hesitation, what I hate the most

- Who tells you about Philippe?

- Words fly by air. No specific person needed. One thing- for me help them, Smith. It'd be better. I was better in NZ and one more thing is, try to make their relationship before end of world cup

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