***
WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? Why is this happening? Ida .. if only I could talk to you! I have so many questions. Now ... I'm sorry for not asking about London. Because I didn't want to suffocate you. Ida ... I'm sorry for that. And, what did you need Timothy for? I just hope it's not the worst ...
Sebastian leaned against the front door of the apartment as he sat on the floor. He tossed jacket beside him and grabbed his head.
"Why?"
He exhaled and closed his eyes to stop the tears. But his brain was working faster than his body. Different thoughts went through his head. He couldn't think of a proper justification.
I need to talk to that kid. If it is...
He held his breath.
His lower lip trembled. He tried to tighten his jaw to calm himself.
That didn't work.
The moment he exhaled, it happened.
He finally snapped.
Tears streamed down his cheeks leaving a gap in his chests.
He slammed his fist against the wall. And again. Until his hand bled.
* Message sound *
Sebastian exhaled and brought a cloth from the kitchen. He wrapped his hand and stared blankly at the stain on the wall.
He lifted the jacket from the floor and opened the message: Where did you run?
I ran away from your dancing, Milan. *Message has been sent*
* Message sound *
Haha, very funny. Better have a rest tonight. By all accounts, you are examining Blacks tomorrow.
What about a social worker? Was Roger told you something? *Message has been sent*
* Message sound *
Do you think Roger would chat with me at 4AM?
-He is right.
***
"Just to clarify ... you was hitting the wall? At 4AM? And you didn't tell me that? And we were chatting on SMS!" Milan frowned at Sebastian, to whom George was twisting the bandage.
"I had nothing to say to you. And who the fuck says "Chatting on SMS"?" Sebastian calmly uttered that as if he was saying the facts.
"Obviously you had a lot to say!" Milan rubbed his temple. "If you're in trouble. Call me. You have us here. You're not alone. Isn't that right George?"
"Yes! Of course. You know how they say...Good friends don't let you do stupid things. Alone. If we need to hit the wall. We will hit the bloody wall."
Sebastian parted his lips and felt it for the first time after Ida's death. Friendship. A true, true friendship. Ida was his friend. She was everything. And after her, he was alone. Sigrid would call now and then. And that's it. His friend, Adam, thought he was too depressed after Ida's death. So he stopped calling him. Everyone did.
"Wow. I didn't expect this. I mean..." He swallowed hard, "I don't know how to.."
"Don't thank us. If our lad needs help, we are here for him." George patted him on the back.
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MURDER GAME
Gizem / Gerilim-I tell you Sebastian... there is no perfect murder. Detective Sebastian Vik comes from Norway to London to investigate a murder of retired policeman. Sebastian accepted this case because he had nothing left to lose... In the last year he lost the m...
