Chapter 13

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I added the song I used for the "trailer."
I thought you people would like it :)

Marco

I was angry and disappointed at the same time, but I wasn't sure if I had the right to feel that way. I bet Mario thought I was a dickhead and maybe he was right. Maybe I am selfish. First I called him a fucking faggot, now I expect him to just forgive me and forget the mistakes I made. I've known Mario for a long time now. He is the guy who likes to forgive people, but can't forget. What he can't is forgive people when he thinks it's his fault. And I believe that's what he feels like right now. I guess he thinks it's his fault, but can't forget what I said and did.

I decided to go to his apartment, since he didn't pick up his phone.
I got into my car and drove all the way to Bayern, again. This time without any obstacles, so I was there quicker than the last time. It was hard to find his apartment. They all looked the same and the numbers were in some weird order I did not understand. I parked in front of the house and got out. I knocked on the door and waited.
There was no reply so I took a step sideways and looked into the window. There was no sign that he was home, so I went back to my car and drove to a little café. I ordered a drink and sat down. Honestly, I didn't know what to do. If I continued trying to talk with him, the chance of him pushing me away, was big. But if I didn't talk with him, the chance was also big he would leave it how it was. I didn't want that. I grabbed the bill and asked the waitress if I could borrow a pen. She handed me hers and I could tell she was curious why I needed it, but she went off to another table.
I wrote a message on the piece of paper and left. Before I went home I drove to Mario's house again. I folded the bill one time and pushed it through the mailbox.


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