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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 8

"I feel so bad," Oab growled, rubbing his temples in the hope of clearing the persistent headache that had plagued him since waking up. "I don't think I'll be able to survive this day ..."

"That's what it's like to exceed your alcohol tolerance threshold," Beam replied mercilessly, friendly patting his friend's head with an amused smirk.

"Damn it, Beam !!" Oab shouted, making a painful grimace that triggered his friend's hilarity.

"Are you coming to eat with us, Gun ?" Beam offered, directing his gaze to the last occupant of the room they shared - the fourth boy had already left the dorms to join his friends for breakfast.

Slumped on his bed checking his phone, Gun looked distracted and looked up questioningly at his roommates.

" You're not hungry ?" Beam repeated in amazement.

"Ah. Yes, I will be joining you soon. I still have something to do," Gun replied with a smile.

"Ok. We go first then. See you later, Gun !" Beam greeted him, gripping the arm of a cranky Oab who continued to growl and curse at his headache.

The two dynamic and noisy occupants of such an early morning left the room and silence returned to Gun's relief. Their voices still echoed in the hallway. Gun let out a weary sigh as he returned his attention to his phone.

No new messages were reported. And this news was far from the best.

The night seemed to have been rough for everyone because of the rain and thunderstorms. As well as alcohol abuse because of boredom. But unlike his companions, Gun's night hadn't been complicated for all of these reasons. An insatiable torment had taken hold of his mind and had amused itself tormenting him throughout the night.

Pictures of Mark and their last exchanges haunted his mind. And instead of the anger he thought he felt from their argument, he felt regret and guilt. As well as great loneliness.

After his partner left, Gun tried to search for him. In vain. He didn't know what he wanted to say to him when he found him, but the cold that had settled between them made him uncomfortable. He wanted to remedy the situation as quickly as possible lest the situation escalate and reach proportions that are too difficult to resolve later. But, not having found it, Gun had to resign himself to returning to his room and trying to get some sleep. Except that he hadn't been able to.

Several times during the night, the young actor had glanced at his phone for a message from Mark. He himself had sent him three or four messages. The first to reproach him for not having told him about his torments earlier. The second to ask him to stop running away and ignore him. Then the next two to apologize. Because anger had given way to sadness and lack. Then to understanding.

Mark's words echoed in his mind. The scene was played over and over again and the crestfallen face of his friend overwhelmed him.

No, you spoke ! I was listening ! I never had a say if I wanted to stay with you ! It's like a permanent threat hovering over my head ! If I ever upset you, the two of us are over ! And in the long run, it just becomes unbearable and completely unfair !