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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 15

Despite the mercy of the start of the Autumn season which gently spread its freshness over the capital and spread its palette of bright color over the trees, a great cold persisted in assaulting Mark's frozen body.

But this cold had nothing to do with the decrease in temperatures. It was about something else. His blood seemed constantly frozen and an insatiable emptiness hollowed out his stomach. As well as his heart.

The void Gun's absence had left. The heat was gone with him ...

His days were empty. Without flavor, without interest. With each passing day, Mark struggled to move forward. He had promised it to Gun. He had promised it to himself. He had sworn to make an effort. But it was so hard.

To see his elder continue on his way, without regard for him, without consideration, was a terrible torture. His heart was still bleeding. And the black haired guy didn't know what to do to fix this problem. How to fill the void left by such a precious being ...?

Mark still hadn't found answers.

So he was bearing it. With smile. He had let the one he loved go away. Go with others. Live his life. Be happy. But in all fairness, Mark couldn't deny that this is what he wanted for his older friend. May he be happy. It didn't matter if his chest tightened in pain when he saw his former lover smile at another person. It didn't matter.

Time ... would heal his wounds.

Hoping to distract his thoughts and keep from ruminating, Mark had slumped into his couch and was staring at the TV on absurd entertainment shows. His wandering mind prevented him from concentrating on what was happening on the screen. His thoughts projected the image of Gun to him and the look he had given him before leaving with Title. Those eyes continued to haunt him.

If only it was easy to forget him. If only they weren't forced to see each other every day ... The healing might be easier.

Annoyed, and unable to concentrate on the show, Mark turned off the TV in frustration before glancing at his phone. It was past two in the morning. And no new message.

Sleep escaped him. Anguish gripped him. He couldn't help but wonder how his ex-lover interpreted his reaction when he told him that he was dating Title. And the questions jostled in his mind mercilessly: since when ? Why so fast ? Is it serious ?

It was a terrible pain to bear. Even harder was the uncertainty and the lack of clarification. But how the black haired guy could dare to ask his elder for details ? He didn't feel the courage. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back his tears.

Absently, Mark's fingers tapped on his phone and ended up opening a folder in which he had stored many pictures of himself and Gun. He hadn't been able to erase them. It was too early. Maybe he would never have to ? There were various nice pictures of them when they were in the apartment. In convention. On a film set. Output. Gun was still smiling with that sparkling, mischievous smile. The wrinkles around his eyes intensified the joy that animated him. His face was radiant. And in the next photo, he had a professional pout that accentuated his manhood. Gun was handsome. In any circumstance. There was something incredible about his body that made you appreciate him. That's what Mark had felt from their first meeting ...