Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

23. Domen - Innsbruck - Day of qualification

Domen walked through the hotel's extinct corridors. He enjoyed the morning silence and looked out of the large foyer windows. Everything was still involved in darkness. Nothing stirred. Only the trees of the forest swung gently, as if they were lulling humanity to sleep with their soft hypnotic rushing.

But in a few hours everything would come to life again. The sun would crawl over the mountains and the birds would greet the daylight enthusiastically. The first cars would be on the road again and also one or the other cold-resistant cyclists you would hear on the gravel drive. The front desk phones would start ringing, the sound of suitcases being pulled across the floor, the hectic clattering of plates would sound, accompanied by the clinking of cutlery, the buzz of coffee makers slipping through the room and the scratching of the kitchen Chairs are reinforced, accompanied by the dominating voice murmur of the hotel guests.

But now there was nothing but silence. The hustle and bustle of everyday life still far away. Only Domens footsteps echoed through the corridors. Despite the early time and the involuntary wake-up service in the form of Anžes ringing mobile phone, the young Slovenian wore a slight smile on his lips.

He thought back to his trip with Daniel, fortunately not culminating in a complete catastrophe. Somehow, they had get it right. And Domen couldn't say how relieved he had been when he realized it wasn't just him. Not that it made the whole thing any better, but it was at least more bearable.

Lost in thought he stared at his hand, which Daniel had badly affected yesterday. On the hills I make it. There I'm stronger. The words of the Norwegian haunted in his head. He didn't know why, but he couldn't shake the feeling that those words were meaningful. That Daniel had blow him with more than he had intended.

They really had held hands in a twisted strange way. Domen entered the dining hall, which was almost deserted. Only four of the countless tables were occupied. Disappointed, he continued his way to the buffet. He would have liked to have some company for breakfast.

At least he knew by now why everything in relation to Daniel had felt so different. His subconscious must have guessed. And now that they have clarified it, it should improve someday. Become normal. The Nervousness, the tingling should vanish. If you only went with the roller coaster often enough, the feeling of falling, the tension finally dissipated, too. Or not? And so far, his confrontation therapy hasn't been that bad. Sure, he still wasn't free of his nervousness. But he just didn't want to mess it up.

And he needed a bit more time to get used to everything. Yesterday it almost drove him to insanity. If he thought of it, he would like to sink into the ground. He had babbled. Nervously babbled. About any trivialities. He didn't babble. Never. Not at all about trivia, Domen thought grimly as he shoveled muesli into his bowl. Some of it landed half beside it.

But his brain had just been so empty. Well, that wasn't the truth. It was full of Daniel. Full of his confession. His kiss. His presence. Like a parasite, it had spread, occupying his brain capacity he desperately needed. And because his brain hadn't been enough, it had spread out, tingling and crawling, on the rest of his body. He needed to get that under control. Very urgent.

He sensed that the strange behavior of the Norwegian was also his fault. His reaction to the kiss was ... suboptimal. And Anders gaze had spoken volumes. The Norwegian knew it. And he wanted to make away with him. Slowly and painfully.

Seeking he looked for the milk with his full cereal bowl in his hand. Had he missed it? Frowning, he looked at the table in front of him. Nothing to see. Neither from a pot of milk nor from a service person you could ask.

"In search again?

Startled, Domen jumped and spilled his cereal. "Shit!"

"I don't think that's the right place to test your green thumb." -