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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 10

The sun rose mercilessly once again on the island of Ko Chang, bringing its share of good mood and energy. The whole accentuates with euphoria and a stimulating sweetness for all residents of the residence.

For everyone ?

With a few loan exceptions...

For one of the actors residing in the villa, this morning was meaningless. Dull and sad. Like all previous mornings. And those that will follow. A vicious circle of remorse and depression. As if his soul had fled from his body and he was only a shadow of himself. More than an empty carcass that can only perform simple tasks and necessary for its survival. Even though the urge wasn't there, the body remembered him, demanding his attention fiercely. 

"Feed me. Dehydrate me. Take care of me ". These silent orders imposed on his mind allowed the young man to vaguely fill his daily devoid of interest. But it all seemed so vain.

Mark watched with annoyance at the face the mirror reflection in front of him showed. The features drawn by fatigue, the too fair skin, sinister features, a body more puny than usual ... All joy of living had deserted from his face. There was nothing left. His mood was terrible and the motivation was gone. The wounds in his heart were too fresh.

And yet he still had work to do. Tasks assigned to him. People were counting on him. This is what made him get up every morning and try to move on. 

That and his insatiable need to cross the object of his torment.

"Gun ! Gun wait !" Mark cried as he hurried down the dormitory stairs.

Gun's figure was in front of him. He was alone and looked as shabby as he was. His gaze was blank, broken and distant. It had been the case since the beginning of the week, the sound of Mark's voice eliciting a tense start from the older one before the older one accelerated to put distance between him and his junior.

"Gun, please wait ! Forgive me please !!" Mark implored, rushing after his partner with a sense of urgency mixed with helplessness as his attempts were fruitless.

"No, I still don't want to talk to you," Gun taunted without turning to his former partner.

"I understand you need time ! But when you can finally talk to me again, can we discuss about it ?" Mark pleaded, trying to be conciliatory and patient. Which he wasn't at all right now.

"There is nothing to discuss. I don't want to see you anymore, do you understand that ?" Gun replied gravely, finally turning to his younger. And Mark found himself realizing that he wished his partner hadn't looked at him and ignored him. He would thus have avoided that icy, accusing and hurt gaze that faced him. "If I could, I would go home right away so I wouldn't have to see you again" 

Mark's throat tightened in the face of this bitter new failure. His last attempts at reconciliation had ended in such failure. His impatience and anxiety were obstacles that prevented him from simply taking a step back from the situation and acting on it. Instead of being mature and understanding, he was piling up mistakes and straining his older's nerves.