It has been two years now since Lukas vanished. His husband, Ethan has tried everything in his might to eventually find him back. Time has passed and Lukas is still missing. Unable to let go of the past, Ethan is having a hard time rebuilding his li...
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The next morning felt like I had been hit by a five-ton truck at full speed. I had no recollection of the evening except that I had been soaked to the bones... My head was hurting like a bitch. The intense sunlight breaking through the adjacent windows made me cringe in pain and I wrapped myself deeper into my blankets, hoping that it would calm the throbbing heartbeat pounding in my head. My dry mouth drove me out of the safety of my bed. I had an awful taste of sour stomach fluid in my mouth and it was unbearable. I wobbled to stand up, already regretting the urge to wash away the unpleasant taste. It took me a solid five minutes before entering the bathroom. I limped inside and winced when the harsh neon lamp turned on. I grimaced at my disheveled figure in the mirror. I was looking like shit... I twisted the tap open and sprinkled my face with a handful of blissful hot water.
When the heat appeased my tired skin, I picked my toothbrush lying on the side of the sink and sighed at the second one still lying there. I applied a generous amount of toothpaste and brushed my teeth clean with the menthol taste, practically burning out my entire mouth. I hated menthol... Why was I even still buying the same stuff repeatedly? Probably out of habit, I guess. I frowned in discomfort when I spit the foamy, blazing hell out. I took on myself while brushing the latest bits of foul taste still lingering on my tongue, swearing that next time I went to the store, I would buy a new toothpaste without menthol. My mouth was literally on fire now. I blushed the heat out with a mouthful of lukewarm water and gargled a few times before spitting it out in relief. The burning sensation calmed down and my mouth was finally rid of the nauseous taste. I drank a whole goblet of water and turned on the water tap in the shower.
I desperately yearned to wash away the scent of old booze, and filth glued on my skin. When I came out of the steaming hot cabin, I felt significantly more like a human being and less like a walking corpse. Coffee... that's exactly what I needed after the shower, and a solid amount of painkillers to make the bursting headache slightly more tolerable. I gazed at the antique clock before leaving the bathroom, 10:30 am. I was almost impressed that I was already awake after having such a loaded evening. I definitely won't be working today with this hungover brain of mine. One more day wasted. I heard myself mumbling. I served myself a hearty cup of fresh coffee and stood there appreciating the soothing earthy aroma wafting up my nose. The loud ringing of my phone snapped me out of my trance. A mouthful of cursed words left my lips and although I was tempted to ignore the incoming call, I finally moved my hungover ass to my room where the screaming ringtone was coming from.
The caller id on my screen made me groan in annoyance. "Evil Editor" I already knew what it all would be about and I was all but thrilled to discuss the subject. I picked up the phone, partly to shut down the screaming tone piercing excruciatingly through my ears, partly because I knew it was no use ignoring the damn call. She would keep on calling me until I would pick up or show up at my door. I once made the mistake of stubbornly shutting down the hellish device. It took only fifteen minutes to hear the doorbell screeching through the entire apartment. I hated the discussion that was to be held, but I preferred it over the phone rather than meeting the devil in person. I was in no state to deal with her outburst, but I had no choice there.
