Any normal person would probably doubt it. Someone, who is accused of murder, says it was all a mistake. But the little Chandler, even though he doubted it for a little second, did believe in him. And he thought about the veil.

“So, do you believe me?” Timothy asked. His voice was full of doubts. Would the little one leave now? Or would he stay?

“Yes you idiot,” Chandler said.

… so he stays…

“It is truly terrible. What happened to her. Still, I can understand your feelings. I just hope, I won’t suffer under such things? Like before?”

“No,” Timothy said. “It is strange I know. Sometimes, I can’t understand myself. It feels, as if I’m torn apart. As if there are several personalities. Maybe I’m just imagining everything, how it happened?” He laughed, and hid his face under his hand. The other one was still crossed with Chandlers.

“But after that, with the police and such. How comes you’re not in prison?” Chandler asked. “I mean, I believe you, but others clearly don’t?”

“It was because of him,” Timothy said. “After he got out of the hospital, he made a testimony, said I was the guilty. ‘An ex-lover who can’t accept his break up'. He is probably a better actor than you, he cried, freaked out, said it was traumatizing what I did. Everyone in university backed him up, after all they heard. But he was known for violence, threatening and theft. As a teenager mostly, but there were some running cases about him. The judge stretched the judgment, since they did not fully believe him. He made a mistake, robbing an old lady, as she was alone at a grocery store. Well he thought she was alone.”

“So you got your justice in the end,” Chandler said.

“Kinda. But after that, there was still this rumor of me, the murderer. I was forced to leave university. My job was already gone. Then I ended up drinking, almost every night. I burned up the rest of my little savings. Then I wanted to end it all.” Timothy rubbed his face. Sighed and glared at the ceiling. “I just didn’t want to keep going. Not much waiting for me, except parents that suffer their own and a huge debt.”

“Understandable,” Chandler said. “But I’m lucky you did not. What changed it? What prevented you from… you know.”

“You,” Timothy said, and smiled at Chandler. He turned to him again. And slowly touched his cheeks, stroked them. “On that night, at Bar 8, I wanted to end it. I wanted to get a last drink... or a last few. I was scared as shit, but nothing held me back. Then you came, talked to me, listened. Distracted me with your strange behavior. Somehow, you changed me, I felt it. And then I saw you, freaking out about your Grandfather. I felt your pain. You reminded me of mine… in a strangely good way. And also about my parents. You gave me some passion again. I think, that I fell for you in the exact moment you left the door, when you left my life again.”

They stared at each other for a few moments. Chandler blushed more. He felt warmth in his heart, on his hand, and on his cheeks. ‘He just confessed his feelings to me…’ he thought, over and over again. ‘But can I give them back?’

“Oh my. I’m so glad to hear this. I never realized that, through how much you went and… hearing this now, makes me happy, that you… got over this.” Chandler said. He was happy, yet there was that, holding him back. He thought and just stared at Timothy, he laughed, but it was off.

“Is something wrong?” Timothy asked.

“Not… well, maybe. I think, I just need a moment.” Chandler said and then he went to the bathroom, closed the door.

A surprise for the red-eyed. All these emotions flying around, those feelings… was it all nothing? He tried to calm himself down, since he knew, everything right now was new. Their friendship, their knowledge, their feelings. Still, what was that?

‘Maybe he’s just not the right one, not as I believed?’ he thought for himself. ‘Maybe I should stop it? Is he just a distraction for Julienne? Maybe I’m just mixing up feelings?’ In an instant he lost himself in his anger.

‘Jeez… what am I doing now?’ Chandler asked himself. ‘How can I know that I truly love him? Maybe it’s just that damn sickness?’ He looked in the mirror. ‘I am crazy! I can’t tell him anything unless I’m sure. I can't give him false hopes.’