Six weeks. Too much too handle. Oh, to only have his friend again. No, more than friend. There once was a time he called him a lover. But that time was long ago. So distant, it didn't even seem a memory, but a fantasy. An illusion. The world shown to him, but he had to get there first. All this was was a nightmare, not reality. He would wake up to find Laurens next to him. But how? Alex slowly picked up the pistol on his desk, and pointed it at himself, and counted: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...... This fake reality had to end. He had to go to the real world.
