He flushed the toilet, started the water tap. He just needed time, needed some more minutes to think. It felt as if he needed to vomit, rather, he just wanted to. ‘God, this is terrible… I can’t break him like this!’ Chandler thought. ‘That’d be awful. But, do I love him? Do I even like him? Or is it just desire?’

“Do you have a problem, little boy?” Timothy said from his bed.

No no, it’s all good. I just need a few more moments,” Chandler said.

“Hey, listen… I thought about it. We talked about heavy shit. And honestly, I’m a little bit messed up. Would you be ok with going home?” Timothy said. He tried to sound concerned and calm. But it was clear he said it out of anger. Of hatred. What he felt at the moment. ‘What’s with that now?’ Chandler thought.

He walked out of the bathroom to confront him. “But I thought we would talk a bit more? It was your idea, remember?” he asked.

“Not at all,” Timothy said, while laying down at his bed, his arms crossed behind his head. His legs stretched. Not even looking at the little one. “I just need some rest. And as you said, you need some time too, right?” Chandler sat down beside him.

“Why are you saying that? Come on, I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s not easy for me as well.” But he did not listen.

“You may say that but… actions are more than words… I’m not in the mood anymore. Why don’t you go back to your grandpa?….” He said while rolling to the side. “Talk to his friends…” he mumbled.

“You… y-… fucking asshole,” Chandler said and rushed out of the door, which he shut with a slam.

In such a hurry, he left his wallet and lost his phone. “Idiot,” Timothy said while looking at it.

‘Why can't he just say what he truly feels?’ he thought.

The blue-eyed left the building. His tears fell down in a stream. ‘How can he be like that? Just saying something like that?’

His heart felt heavy. And his mind felt foggy. No clear thought.

‘He is an idiot! I’m an idiot!’ But he felt something.

‘What could I say about him? Not much more than I just heard,’ Timothy thought. ‘We are like strangers to each other. And that before was nothing. What could I even say about him?’ He thought.

‘Damn,’ he thought, while a little tear came down his face. As he remembered his laugh. It was always short, not much sound. But you saw it in his face, how much he was laughing, enjoying. He remembered the night on the bench, on the lake. This mysterious and crazy night, but how magical it felt.

He remembered how Chandler hugged him. ‘Shit,’ he thought. This feeling of another person so close to you. It was nothing truly simple. In that moment, at Bar 8 when that little guy put his arms around him, he felt different. Like home. Like someone takes care. ‘I just needed a replacement!’ he thought, stood up, walked in the room, up and down.

He remembered what it did to him. His face seemed like pure, cold death for the last few months, until he met him. He put the life back into him, and the colors back into his life. He remembered what just happened minutes ago. “Shit!” he screamed and kicked his night table. Turned everything inside out, threw anything he found. “Stupid asshole,” he mumbled. And scattered the window at his bed, as he threw a glass into it with all his force. Then he sat down. And calmed down…

“What’ve I done? Why did I say such things? Why did I get crazy like that?” he said. Looking at Chandler’s Phone two questions came up.

Should I follow him?

Should I just screw him?!

….’what the hell is going on with me?’…

Meanwhile, a little boy with a hurt heart walked the way back. He already realized that he lost his phone. But could he go back to his place? “Never…” he said. “I never want to see him again…” A no was the answer.

He kept walking, trying to ignore that in a short moment he lost a lot of opporturnities. After a bit, there it was. The park from before. It was huge, it looked even bigger than before. Dark and not inviting. Just a few lights on the other side shined through the trees, but they gave no sight.

The little one hestitated from walking further. The feeling from before, what reminded him of the lake, was what attracted him. Again. He went in, since there was not much else.

Just as he saw, there was no light. Yet you could hear some teenagers messing around, but they were at the other ends of the park. He walked further into the darkness. Until he reached a old, wet and muddy bench in front of a big, bulky tree.

He touched the bench, looked if it was wet or something.

But actually, that was not much of his concern, since ‘it’ was here. Whatever that feeling emitted, it was in front of him. In the tree? Or was it that itself? What was it?

He exhaled. And a bright light went on, it scared him so much he shrieked like a little child. He saw nothing at all. Just heard a voice, someone who was coughing and scratching with his throat. Chandler felt fear coming up, his chest got tight. In his back started a tingling, and the longer the light was shining on him, the bigger that aura got.

It seemed black, although he could not see much, he saw that indeed. What reminded him of the veil, it was pure black. And this tone, this feeling, reminded him of something else.

As he heard a, “what do you want here?” he realized it. "You did not have enough of me?"

“I don’t understand… why you?” Chandler said.