Trust was a certain feeling that Timothy did not witness for a long time. “How can you be that sure? In the end you know almost nothing of me?”

“So? Do we always have to know each other for everything? Even a friendship for years can fall apart because of some misunderstanding. Even people who say they love each other can rip each other apart… rather in a verbal or emotional way. Although… some may really try to kill each other,” Chandler said. Even after minutes of standing and talking, he held the hand of Timothy.

“Maybe.”

“Not maybe, exactly. I’m right, or not?”

Timothy nodded. “Kind of.”

“What we feel should be more important. And I feel comfortable with you,” he said. And immediately after… he realized what he said, and blushed extremely again. “Oh damn…” he mumbled.

“You’re cute,” the red-eyed said, and fondled the little one’s fingers. A kiss was what he wanted. Maybe Chandler too? Were there such feelings already between them? Or was it a different kind? ‘No, forget it.’

“Let’s go, it’s to cold,” the red-eyed said, and separated himself. “I don’t want to get fever or such.” Fever… nah that was not it. There was something pushing him away.

“S-sure,” the blue-eyed said. Something wanted to stay by his side. Something in his mind wanted to keep this moment forever. Feeling his hand, his skin, this warm feeling. Over the whole way, it never disappeared.

“Only around five minutes left,” Timothy said. “Then we can talk a bit more.” His heart started to beat faster for every step closer to the apartment. On the main road they walked, the left side was full of houses, the right had a few as well. But the most impressive was a big park behind some big metal fence. It was huge, as if it never ended. Behind it the rails. You could often hear the train passing, the hard, loud sound of metal under pressure. And some people, either passengers of the train or teens chilling in the dark. It wasn’t a wide but a extremely long park. Thus, only two minutes until you were at the train station. But the length was unbelievable. Walking parallel to the rails you’d need half and hour to walk through the park. There was so much. Quite lively, although there was no light. People walking home. Teens playing cards and drinking alcohol in with their flashlights… strange kids.

And something else.

“Do you have this strange feeling as I have?” the little one asked. “It’s like a tickle, around my neck. And it has this strange familiarity.”

“Of what does it remind you?” Timothy asked.

“Of those ghosts.”

“Ghosts? ‘Just illusion´… wasn’t that what you said to me, not long ago?” Timothy said.

Chandler gave no answer. “Come on. What do you think of that night? I dreamed of it. But it did not feel like a simple bunch of emotions and memories throughout the day. It felt like reality. Familiar, as you say,” Timothy said.

Neither of them truly believed what happened. Still both of them new what it was, at least partly. Both of them… knew that feeling since their childhood. Or even before? As if there was something… before all.

“I’m just not sure. So, can we just keep going? Forget what I said for now.”

“Sure. Alright. Why not?” Timothy said. Really loud, as he got angrier. “What is with this push and pull?”

The little one startled. “What?”

“What I said. What you just did now, asking me about those ghosts, though before you just said to me we should forget about it? And the look you gave me… you want to see it. In this park. If there is something. Yes I feel the same. And I can read it in your face.”

“Come on just relax, okay?” the little on said.

“No. Come on let us see what is there.” Timothy said while grabbing Chandler’s hand. His grip was hard and for the little one it felt as if he almost crushed his wrist. And while walking toward the park and pulling him, Chandler tripped. He did not care for him at this moment, just pulling him like a bag of potatoes.

“Hey, stop it. Let’s just go to your h-” he said, but before finishing was interrupted.

“Forget this bullshit. As if I care now. Once and for all, we will solve this crap.” Timothy said.

“Stop it, would you? You’re hurting me,” Chandler said. His voice and expression was said. Not simply out of pain, again a familiarity for the little one, but of a different kind. “Stop it, please.” He said, close to tears, as the big one kept pressing.

“I’m sorry,” he said and let go. Getting into his emotions too much, not controlling them. ‘Shit. It could’ve happened again! How can I be such and idiot?’ How could Chandler believe him now? Was there even a chance in the beginning, that he would not think Timothy killed his former girlfriend? Although, all the media told something different? And after seeing that.

Chandler was in pain, he held his wrist. But his mind kept sucking him in. Some memories were probably the heavier pain at this moment. “Please, forgive me for th-” Timothy said. But he as well was interrupted, by a slap.

“Idiot.”

Timothy fell to the ground. “I know. I’m sorry.” He said, putting his face in his hands. “You probably want to leave?”

“Would I still stay here then?” Chandler asked. “We wanted to talk, so come on.”

“Could you still believe me after seeing this? After me getting pumped up about this little thing?”

Chandler petted his head, “maybe, if you tell the truth I might feel it. Or maybe, I just try to convince myself.” He gave him his hand. “Stand up, you big idiot.”