My Four Superstar Ex-Boyfriends

The months before I was about to turn 28 were some of the grayest days of my life. That was when I had just ended my fourth relationship. I have to admit that up until then, my world was pretty much built out of love. I used to tell myself that if I could get someone like that, then even just love would be great. But I was afraid to think about it, and I've always avoided the question: what would I have left for myself once I had no love left. I thought I would end up with my fourth boyfriend, Borukorin. When I met him, we were both equally battered, exhausted and confused about the future. It took us a long time to connect at a distance, to try each other out, to fall in love, and to finally get out of the mire together. But it didn't have a happy enough ending. Over the course of two months after breaking up with him, I became a binge eater. I became afraid to leave the house because I knew there would be a lot of reporters standing by downstairs in my apartment, waiting to take pictures of me in my ugly state. In fact, that did turn out to be the ugliest time of my life, I gained 50 pounds and that left me pretty much limited to fat jeans and baggy t-shirts. Many times during that time I had asked myself how I was always able to keep my boyfriend's life in order, but only manage to make a mess of myself. ──The Autobiography of Emily The Sun: 'Superstar's ex' Miss Emily is single again! The Sunday Times: refuses to say any more! Asked about his ex-girlfriend, Borukorin kept his mouth shut. News of the World: The end of a fairytale romance, a look at Miss Emily's sweet past with Borukorin! "The guy with the Starbucks coffee in his hand and leaning against a tree, he's been looking around since an hour ago." A pair of brown eyes looked out through the blinds of the apartment house. It was a pair of baby blue eyes. It belonged to Emily, Miss Emily as the British press called her. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, and her figure appeared slightly bloated. The three o'clock afternoon sunlight slammed through more as she flicked the blinds down with her fingers. "The fried chicken vendor across the street looks a lot like the News of the World reporter who's been on TV before. All three cars parked downstairs don't have license plates I've seen often before." This was in an apartment house in Manchester, and just a few glances were enough for the owner of this apartment to spot a couple of very suspicious figures waiting downstairs in her house. Perhaps she did have her nerves on edge, but she really did think it was a couple of paparazzi who were interested in reporting on what she was up to. This realization caused her entire being to become very anxious. She turned her head, but she couldn't help but scan the outdated newspaper that lay on the arm of the couch right next to the window sill, the one she had brought up from the mailbox downstairs in the middle of the night a few days ago. The papers all contained more or less recent photographs of the Englishman she'd broken up with a few months ago, and in all of them, the Englishman was accompanied by attractive women of distinguished appearance. Emily, who should have been checking to see if there were any reporters downstairs in the apartment building, wandered over to the couch and picked up the papers on the armrest, which she had read many times, and flipped them open again. On the front page of the sports section was the man who had lived with her in this apartment two months ago. The man was tall, his shoulders were very capable of giving a sense of security, and even though he was wearing sunglasses in the picture Emily was able to tell what those eyes covered by the sunglasses looked like. They were a very, very light blue and when he looked at you without a word you would want to smile at him. Once upon a time she was always photographed by the British press holding hands with Borukorin and being sweet and sweet together. And now, it was no longer she, an ordinary person with an ungainly figure and not particularly beautiful features, who stood beside this tall, handsome young man. The imposing rock starlet, the gorgeous beauty pageant lady, the charming and affectionate up-and-coming supermodel. The British newspapers alone ranked three girls who had been photographed as likely to become Borukorin's next girlfriend. Turning over the pages of the newspaper, Emily couldn't help but say to herself: look at you, look at your ugly appearance now, what is the point that can be compared with them. Influenced by the words she said to herself, Emily tried to raise her head to look at the mirror hanging on the opposite wall, but only took one look and turned her head as if she had been burned, and then pinched the newspaper and slowly curled up on the sofa. It was time for it to end, for all of this to end. Emily, who has had four boyfriends with some of the world's top footballers and has been dubbed a "superstar's ex" by Britain's most uncouth newspaper, The Sun, heads for the study. She thought she might not be able to make the 5:30 p.m. flight to Prague, and that it might be better for her to lug her suitcase to the airport in the middle of the night. She might have to wait at the airport until morning to say goodbye to the city, but she had changed so much in two months that if she hadn't been caught in traffic at the bottom of the apartment building, who would have recognized her at once as the same Emily who had made countless women crazy with envy two months ago? At the age of nineteen, Emily went to the small western city of Mönchengladbach in Germany to study sports medicine, and since then, her life has nothing to do with the ordinary and serene anymore. She has dated four extremely attractive professional footballers, all of whom were either unknown or unprofitable players at the start of her relationship. However, after Emily's relationship, all four of them improved rapidly, and their value rocketed to become top-paid soccer players. It's not clear why, but that hasn't stopped much of the media, who seem to Emily to be too mean and vicious, from making an issue out of it. [Ms. Emily will never have to worry about finding her next young, handsome boyfriend. Because all over Europe, young players with ambitions for their future should know that all the players who have been in a steady relationship with Miss Emily for a period of time end up becoming soccer superstars. If Miss Emily hasn't had a better eye than the best scouts in the world since she was nineteen years old, then she must have some special little secret. We could probably call it the "Emily Magnetism", and these young men could certainly go to the still young Emily with the intention of finding her, knowing that she's always preferred strong, good-looking men under the age of 24]. At four o'clock in the middle of the night, Emily, who had cleaned everything up, exhaled deeply again and looked at the apartment room that she had chosen and had had decorated with all her heart. When she confirmed that the room was again immaculately cleaned by her, just as it had been before Borukorin had left, she finally let out a breath and left the key to the room at the bottom of the third flowerpot on the hallway balcony, lying with the spare key. She used a large suitcase to carry away what she wanted to take with her, and if there was anything she couldn't fit, then she left it all here. But she figured she'd never come back here after that. She wanted to go to a place where not too many people knew her, where there wouldn't be a press guarding her downstairs all day to interrupt her life. "Hello, please take me to the airport." It was only after walking a long way out that Emily got into the cab that was already waiting at the agreed location. And right after saying that, Emily took out her cell phone chip card and casually threw it out the window. By eleven-thirty at noon, Emily had arrived in Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic, and for the next couple of hours, she would need to go to one of the coach stations here and board a bus to the small town of Krumlov. She had chosen to go to that town because she had planned to go there for a vacation with Borukorin during this year's summer holidays. Only before she had a chance to tell the Englishman about this plan of hers, their relationship had come to an end. It was a place where there were few enough people and pretty enough that the spending there would be much lower than in England. Maybe she could go there and cool off for a while before she thought about what she should do next, and what she should make ends meet with now. That is, as Emily settled herself in an inn in the town and pushed the window open to look out, all of England had once again been abuzz with her! Apparently, she had once again made headlines in the sports pages of many newspapers. "Two months after breakup, she gained weight and became a middle-aged woman!" Miss Emily's heart was broken in Manchester! Late night outing from a broken heart, superstar's ex on the road to healing again" "Finally we know who "Best Scout" Emily really loves" "BWIN's latest bookie bets that Ms. Emily's next boyfriend will be a Czech footballer! Apparently Emily was followed to the airport at the c***k of dawn, even though she was trying to avoid being photographed by the paparazzi, and was photographed looking terrible after gaining over 40 pounds and not being properly groomed. It's not very cold in the UK this time of year, so Emily, who wasn't wearing much, was shown to have taken a drastic turn for the worse. Many women with sexy bodies who adore Borukorin are able to laugh like crazy all day just by looking at her pictures. Borukorin, who has been hinted by several websites to be Emily's favorite boyfriend, barely waited for the end of the day's training to drive to the apartment he left for Emily during his lunch break after seeing the sneak peeks and reports that she had furnished it herself. Borukorin moved the third planter on the porch balcony almost without thinking, but froze when he put his hand over the spare key, and when he glanced back there he could clearly see the two keys lying there. The moment he saw those two keys, Borukorin seemed to understand everything. His movements slowed as he took one of the keys out of the base of the planter and unlocked the door to the room. Inside, it was clean and uncluttered, just as it had been on the day he left. But Borukorin knew that if they hadn't already broken up two months ago, it would never look like this now. Because Emily would decorate the room in such a way that one could feel the arrival of a new season every time the seasons changed, and every time they did. Borukorin took off his shoes and stepped inside barefoot, walking through every corner of the apartment he knew so well, but failing to find a single word that Emily had left behind. So the man took out his cell phone, pulled up the number he hadn't called in a long, long time, and after a long hesitation, finally pressed the call button. The automated alert from the communications company told him that it was sorry that he couldn't get through to the number he had dialed. At this point, Borukorin will never know that he will never be able to dial the number again.