The rain was poring down. Dorian took a seat next to the window. The bus started again and increased speed. He saw the trafic light disappear behind the glas window. The autumn leaves wander around under the night sky.
Pling
Fuck. He bent down and looked into the bag between his legs. The phone kept ringing. fuck. fuck. fuck. Dorian got up the phone from his bag. The phone rang one last time before it stoped.
He called but didn't left a message for you, poor boy
He. Dorian shaped her lips to his name and then let it pass out soft into the air. Fuck he had missed the call. He felt how the heart rate increased. How would he be able to pass trough the upcoming day? Dorian passed down his phone into the bag again and leaned against the cold glas.
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A night in Halmstad
RomanceOne night in Halmstad is a story about how two guys met a night. A one night think he thinks. one day, a year, later they meet again.
