You can listen to my stories, please don't judge at all. Pouring out the glories of my saddened heart.


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June 2012

Twelve days later Gillian is sitting on the ground, cross-legged in front of the couch in Cals living room. She is wearing Emilys jogging trousers and a shirt from Cal (She never expected to fit into these trousers, but she actually did?!). Her hair is made into a ponytail. Cal next to her, searching through his shelves, looking for something. Anything, really. Everything, maybe. When he had opened the first boxes and found something interesting, he had thrown it into Gillians lap. She was now sorting the documents and scanning through them. Old driver's license, certificates, things like that in her hands now. From his past. A warm feeling creeps up her body. She was getting to know more and more about him each day. He had been feeding her small breadcrumbs. And tonight it seemed like they had reached a whole new level. She did wonder if she would change her mind… about him, them?… but not yet. It's still him. And her. Them together. They didn't suddenly change, right? She felt confident and that seemed to rub off onto him.

"I cannot believe it!" Gillian states, as she takes the license and her eyes scan over the old photography and then the name written down there.

"Huh?" Cal was about to climb on the back of his sofa to reach for a chest on the top of his cupboard.

"I knew Cal isn't your real name, but…" Gillian smiles. She lifts the card up to hold it into the direction of Cal, as if she could compare his backside (rather bum) with the photo on the license. Cal turns around shorty to look at her, his hands still moving, to take down the chest. "What?" He asks and gives her a neutral look, when Gillian starts to smirk at him. She is not even trying to hide her amusement anymore.

"Michael Clarke?" Her eyes are laughing now! (She is an evil one, isn't she?)

"So what!" He exclaims. "You don't like it, eh?"
"No, I mean." She shrugs her shoulder. "I like Cal better." She admits.

"Yeah. It's a bit lame, isn't it?" He asks, as he comes down on the carpet again and flops on the couch with the chest in his hands. "You should hear my other name then." He waggles his eyebrows at her suggestively. Gillian ignores his comment. "Does Emily know she isn't a real Lightman?" Cal takes out a thick brown folder and opens it. "Oi! It's all real. I legally changed it." He pretends to be hurt by her question and throws the brown folder towards her.

He gets up and makes his way into his kitchen: "Chicken Tikka Masala or Beans on toast?" He yells towards her over his shoulder. "Beans on toast then." He mumbles to himself.


"Come one, Gill. Pick up!" Cal is standing a few hundreds meters away from the building of the Lightman group, his eyes facing the front of it. His feet stride up and down. He is warm, sweat beads are not only on his forehead but also soon about to cover his whole body. He is breathing heavily, maybe his hands are shaking a bit. He gets a bit dizzy, so he plops down, on the hard cement of the street, and takes a deep breath. SHIT! His surroundings come into focus again. Police, firefighters and almost the whole Group out on the street. Not only them but also the other people that work in the building. In front of Cal the brightest fire he's ever seen, an imagine that burns into his head and memory. He presses his phone even harder onto his ear now, trying to focus on the beeping sound. But now Gillian declines his call. So he is about to call again, when he gets a message from her, saying: I'm in the meeting with APA. What's up?
Cal ignores her text and calls her yet again. After what seems like the longest ten seconds, she picks up. "Yes?" She just asks, her voice low, perhaps a little loaded, he can hear her moving, it sounds like her high heels lead her through an empty hall. Click, click, click. A heavy sigh leaves his body. "Cal? What's up?" He maybe hears her asking now with worry in her voice, when he doesn't reply in another ten seconds.

"Up in flames it goes, Gill." Are the only words that come out of his mouth.


"You know I like sharing these little secrets with you, he?" He turns on his bed to face her. She is lying almost naked next to him, mirroring him. She gives him a small smile. "Do you now?" She quirks an eyebrow at him. He just lets his eyes roam over her face, so she turns around, maybe to avoid the piercing green. "What took you so long then?" A grin now.


Next: October 2012