Time went by fast. That day the weather was gray and rainy and the trees gave up on their last dead leaves from the way of the approaching winter. Joni sat on the bed, looking out from the window, assuring himself that the day was just like any other day.
Finally, he stood up. There were things that he needed to take care of, and life continued as it had before.
He packed his gym clothes, trying to distract his thoughts by thinking about Jami's hair fashion show, which he had agreed to help with. The show was in two weeks and Jami was going crazy with excitement. He called often just to go through some details and ideas that he had gotten, tightening Joni's already tense nerves.
He looked at the time: 10 a.m and felt a jolt in the bit of his stomach. He went to get the shampoo and conditioner from the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, placing the items into his bag. Misha had hesitated about going to work in the morning and had suggested many times during the week that he could work from home that day. Joni denied saying that he saw no reason for it.
"Promise to call me if anything comes up?" Misha had asked before leaving. Joni had chuckled with faked cheerfulness, wondering what could come up, but even so he gave the promise.
His father had also called that morning, asking how he was; everyone seemed worried about how he was holding up. They were ridiculous. Everything was fine and it would be fine. The day was just like any other Friday. Except that it wasn't...
Joni stopped to stare at the contents of his bag. There was that certain unwelcome tightness in his chest and he felt another worried stab of unease in his abdomen. Everything was packed; Joni took the bag and moved to the hall. "You belong to me, Joni... And we will be together again." The voice whispered in the back of his mind and made him shiver.
Joni gritted his teeth and put his coat on. He wouldn't allow the past to take hold of him. Determined, he walked out of the apartment out into the cold, gray weather. When he walked to his car, worry crept into his mind once more. He had startled awake from nightmares repeatedly during the past few weeks and a couple of times Misha had also woken to his whimpering.
Misha was worried and Joni tried his best not to seem worried himself. He had to admit that it was difficult. A few times he had seen a dream of approaching death in Chris's form, but dreams were just dreams; he tried to assure himself.
Joni had spoken with Adam and he had assured him he would meet Chris when his plane arrived in Canada. Adam swore he would do anything he could to help his friend back on his feet, and this way (Joni hoped) to forget him completely.
He drove to a gym located in a swimming hall. He had used this gym a couple of times, enjoying the fact that he could take a swim after training. The following week he was supposed to meet Jyri and Eljas, who were organizing an opening to his gym soon. Possibly, he would move his training there.
When he was changing his clothes in the dressing room, he wondered if Chris had been released already. Was he already at the airport? Joni wouldn't have wanted to ponder the subject. He would have wanted to believe that Chris had suffered his sentence, would return home, and move on with his life. Their paths would never have to cross again, right?
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Excitement swirled inside him. Chris hardly believed that the day had arrived. Freedom! Waiting was mixed with fear and relief. When he walked out of his cell, escorted by the guard, passing the security doors, towards the lobby. He got his belongings back; his passport, his ID, his cell phone... Almost a year and a half had passed since his arrest and after such a long time, he could finally dress in his own clothes.
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Random-Sequel to Foolish games.- Love. Jealousy. Obsession. A past unwilling to release its hold. Joni and Misha have found happiness together, but the release of Joni's exboyfriend from prison draws closer... What happens when he gets out?
