Freier Fall: A long way to go

by Rytchan

Fifteen months have passed, and Marc has been desperately looking for Kay since he accepted his real feelings. It will be a long way to find him and a lot of situations to surpass each other if they want to be together. Will it be too late?

2. Spiral

2: Spiral

Marc.

They ran in the woods side by side, "breath evenly," Kay said as they continued to trot and laugh. Suddenly, Kay began to accelerate and step forward drastically; No matter how hard he strove to catch up, he kept drifting farther and farther. He began to sob and it was his own cries calling him, who awoke him from that dream that tended to become recurrent.

Marc sat on the bed among the scattered sheets and the unmistakable smell of a night of excesses. His forehead was pearly in sweat and a familiar head-hammering, derived from the hangover the night before.

In recent weeks this was becoming customary, "he mentally cursed," at first the only thing that kept him afloat was his little one, but today he was far away since Betinna had decided to put distance between them. "It will only be for a while." -Had said-.

He still could not overcome what Marc had done to them. And frankly, he did not believe that someday he would since even he had not been able to understand it at the time.

He only knew that he was something stronger than himself and despite having fought against it at first, had irremediably yielded to the feelings and feelings that Kay awakened to him. He opened the drawer and pulled out the bottle of Tylenol, took out two pills, and swallowed them.

In the shower, tears mingled with the warm water coming from the shower. He stepped out of the tub and, shaving, could not recognize the man who was reflected in the mirror. He was good-looking, straight nose, green eyes, and strong chin. However, dark circles were already making a dent in her attractive face.

He dressed in his police uniform, got into the car, and only for an instant was Officer Marc Borgmann, the one who worked doubling shifts to try to distract himself from his pathetic life that he already hated.

Three weeks later, while on duty on a 24/24 shift, he received a notification informing him of the supervisor's decision to move to Munich due to a peculiar case, As an undercover agent to find the strategist of a band of Turkish drug traffickers.

"I have nothing to keep me here," he thought. So he went back to his apartment and began to pack the few things he had brought with him from his previous life.