"I'm coming, baby, don't you fear
She takes my breath away
I'll be right there to hold you dear
Until everything goes astray
Atroquinine, my love, forever near"
When you walk out the building I live in, there is a huge fountain. The type which children like to come and swim when nobody's watching on hot summer days. There are not many children in my neighbourhood though… Rich couples are often old and childless, ja? Maybe it is for the best…
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I like this fountain. It's vibe is good and it's water is refreshing. I often sit there and think about difficult cases that get on my nerves. It reminds me of that place we used to go when others made fun of us when we were kid. But that is not the place I actually wanted to talk to you about.
When you cross the street in front of that fountain, turn right and follow the line of trees, there's the entrance of this little park. The one where hot frauleins, go to jog. Ja! The one with wooden benches and sand squares for children! THAT is my favourite place in the world! Why?... Well… I thought it was obvious…or… have you really been listening to me all those years? … Right… Never mind… I'll tell you anyway! This is the place where Daryan first kissed me! … Where he… told me he first loved me …
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This is strange… I can't seem to remember so well… Maybe because I'm cold… ja… must be numbs memory.
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It's getting hard to breathe too
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What was I saying? Daryan? Oh… OH! I just remembered that I'm on my way to meet him right now so I can't be here talking to you forever, ja? I really have to go...
Oh brother… don't look at me like that! You know I hate it! It feels like you despise me or something… you don't, right?... Hey bro? do we really share a special bond?... … you don't have to answer me… just… hold me for a second… I feel sore all over… and weak…
ACH! I really have to go now, my time's up! See you later the, fraulein! But not too soon okay?
In a small city park, near a line of tree, close to a huge fountain decorating the courtyard of a fancy condo building, an handsome blond man was seated on a wooden bench, looking dully at the deep purple sky through expensive shades, earplugs on and bluish lips twisted in a painful smile, like waiting for someone to take him home. One who would have paid attention to him would have smelled a sweet perfume and heard a faint voice singing through the earplugs "Atroquinine my love, forever near…"
The next day, in the city newspaper, one beside the other, two pictures were shown in a special column. Under one was written: " By order of the high court of justice, Rock Star Daryan Crescend was put to death yesterday afternoon…" And under the other one: "Popular singer and prosecutor Klavier Gavin has been found dead in a small park near his house. Cause of death: Atroquinine self poisoning. Reason: Possible love suicide…"