Thoughts, lies and memories | DAMON BGT

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There is no measure to describe the pain, fear, and panic that Simon felt, all at the same time.

His face had lost color, his ears heard a constant whistle... he was on the verge of fainting. But something made him react.

"DAVID!" he shouted as he quickly approached the shore. The men didn't stop him.

He recharged himself on the fence and sees the inert body of his beloved at the foot of the hill. His eyes were closed.

"Fuck... no, no, no!" He awkwardly passes on the other side of the fence. Carefully, he goes down to David's side, leaning on stones so as not to slip.

If when he saw him from afar his heart seemed to break, from near, his whole being collapsed. He knelt beside him. Blood surrounded the man's head and his face was full of wounds and bruises.

"D-David, darling, do you... Do you hear me?"

The comedian half-opened his eyes "Si-Simon" but didn't resist much and closed them again.

This worried Simon more and with difficulty since he didn't stop shaking, he dialed the emergency number.

They took down and he had to swallow the painful knot in his throat, although his voice sounded broken anyway.

"Help, my..." closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't say it "friend slipped from a high place. He's unconscious and bleeding, and..." a sob escaped from his mouth and he couldn't say anything else.

"Keep calm sir..."

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"Cowell"

"Mr. Cowell, we're sending an ambulance. Your address is xxx, correct?"

"Yes"

"Don't worry, they're close"

Simon nodded, not caring if he looked silly. Tears began to cloud his sight and the only comfort he found was to rest his forehead on David's chest.

What did it matter? They were alone.
Simon was alone.