Der Traum der Zukunft

Der Traum der Zukunft

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Die Straße ist lang und dunkel. Keine Laternen, keine Menschen. ,,ich gehe einfach schnell durch und dann bin ich schon da!'' Wiedereinmal ein sehr dummer Gedanke. Die bin ich mittlerweile schon gewohnt. Aber noch nie hatte ein solch typischer Kelly Gedanke Konsequenzen gehabt so wie dieser haben sollte. Nach meinem Entschluss setze ich den erstdn Schritt in das Todesfeld. Ich fange an mit mir selbst zu reden, so wie ich es immer tue wenn ich Angst habe. Ich bin sehr vertieft in mein Selbstgespräch, sodass ich die Schatten neben mir nicht bemerke! Ich rede gerade über meinen Lover als mich die Hand von rechts schnappt und mir den Mund zuhält. Ich schrecke zusammen und mache mich steif. Es geht alles ziemlich schnell und da spüre ich die dünne Nadel die sich in meinen linken Arm bohrt. Dann verliere ich die Kontrolle über mich und meine Gedanken.
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I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.

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