La douleur exquise
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  • Time 46m
  • Reads 8
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 46m
Ongoing, First published Jan 06, 2024
The early sun hitting his face felt like warm embrace in the cold air of the mountain. The night was still creeping behind them, but in front was a magnificent colours of the sunrise, but the colours wasn't what Atle was looking at. He was smiling at the figure watching it. His best friend. He figured by now that it wasn't completely normal, the way he looks at his best friend and he knew he had to hide it no matter what, so that's how he became good at lying. He knew he had to keep it a secret for the sake of both of their careers and everyone else that might end up getting caught in it, so he kept lying so far that by now he started to believe his own lies, yet he felt like he was slowly drowning. Ironically, skiing was the one thing that kept him from it. And skiing with his best friend might have just saved him in general.

Atle Lie Mcgrath and Lucas Braathen. Best friends since they started skiing with each other, but maybe one of them is slightly in love.
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.