Hello everyone. Here it is a new story. Hum not so new because I am actually writing it and this is the translation of this story. In three parts, very long. It's the same title in French.

I love to write in English, it's a good exercise for me because I can't talk a lot of this language during work or everyday. So this site is great for me.

I'm trying so being nice with me. I haven't a high level in it. All mistakes are mine. But the characters not.

And I forgot one thing: the titles of my chapters are extracts of my favourite songs. First one: Ambition by The Doves. For the fans of QAF, it's the song for the last scene between B and J.

POV Nick:

Oh my God, what the fuck? What I'm still here? Why nobody did still found me? It isn't… It isn't possible.

No please, please, let me out! I did not yet enough experience, and I promise you, God, that if you leave me out of here, I would make everything, absolutely everything to make life better for people around me, and if this is possible, finally conquering the person who invades more and more my thoughts. I would give anything to review once these beautiful eyes, his smile to fall, these superbly Crapper buttocks, hear him talk and talk, even if it can make me mad sometimes. In any event, I couldn't be crazier than I am at this time.

How could it be otherwise, locked between these four planks, incapable of any movement beyond that to talk about (screaming here in this case), to save messages to people that I like (I have not yet had the courage to tell him I love him, it's absolutely necessary, I can not go like this! Even if it is cruel!). And this gun I am holding feverishly in my hand, that I have no intention of using it. Even if the temptation is more and more strong.

The green lights in my hand start to make me crazy, and I'm not talking about the crap of bites that these horrific ants leave on my skin.

Little by little, I'm starting to feel my breath dwindling, my heart is packing, desperately seeking a last way to beat. I take despite myself the magneto in one hand and the gun in the other. Closing my eyes one last time to yet have a positive image more than any before I leave, I leave my last words to escape before bringing the gun under my temple

"I love you!" I love you so much! Please forgive me Greg! »

Tbc…