Chapter eight

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Tessa perspective:

A few ours later I fell asleep. All the time, I lay in bed wake and tried to listen at Scotts breath. But the only thing I heard for these hours, was my own heartbeat. I fell asleep thinking about the words Scott said to me before. Thinking about my reaction. I was angry about myself. I was an ignorant fool. And I really wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him that I am a fool and that I am ignorant and insensitive. He opened himself up to me and I, I was rude and disregarded his feelings. I am one of his best friends. I should be supportive. I should listen and helping him solving the problems. My whole reaction was bullshit. Now I cant remember why I reacted like I did. I am the worst friend ever. And with these thoughts I fell asleep. The next morning I wake up, the whole situation was strange. The sun is shining into our hotel room. From outdoors I hear some birds singing. Everything seems fine. And then I look on my right side. Normally, the last days, Scott always laid there when I woke up. And now his side of our bed is empty. Scott?, I asked. I hear no answer. I asked his name again. Like before, no one answers. I stand up, walking to the bathroom, trying to open to door. I push down the door handle, trying to open the door. After trying it a few times I realised, that it is looked. I rap the door and say: Scott, come on, please open the door I hear no answer. Than I look at his bedside. The blanket and the pillow are away. He slept in the bathroom. Maybe in the bathtub. I rap again. Scott, please open, we have to talk. Again I hear no answer. Now I worry about him. What is up with him? Does he is alright? Hopefully he is alive? I put my ear at the door trying to hear some noises from inside. First I hear nothing, but than there is something, sounding like footsteps on tiles. Scott, please open the door. I have to talk with you. Please, it is about yesterday night. We have to talk. I listen, but I hear no answer. I rap again, again saying: Scott, please open the door Our relationship always has been something special. I always feel safer when he is near to me. I dont know, but for many years I have the feeling that I feel him. I feel when he is close to me. And now, as I am standing close to the door, I have the feeling that he is next to me on the other side of the door.

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