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》09《 Buried Desires

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The world had lost its luster. Everything seemed more bland. The fashion. The music. The work. The daily. All his expressions were feigned and sorely lacking in sincerity. Gun was distracted. And crushed by a feeling of emptiness that accompanied him for some time.

Since when ? It was not difficult to determine. When he and Mark had separated ... When they had "broken up".

"Break up"

The word sounded strangely in Gun's ears. Like unreal. Leaving him disturbing and sinister. His companions naturally worried about him. Just like his manager. But Gun had become a master in the art of dodging. And he always managed to change the subject and keep his friends away from the object of his torment. He didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to confide. Even less with Perth who was giving him knowing looks, as if he had guessed what was wrong. Gun didn't hold it against him but the feeling of betrayal continued to reverberate in his head. As if he held his young friend responsible for his ruined life. While he was solely responsible for this situation.

And like the adult he thought he was, he had tried to sort it out. It was done. Did that make him happy ? Relieved ? Well, not as much as he hoped. No... Unfortunately the depression had started to cloud his mind without him realizing it. Like a poison that distracted him from all that was important.

Emptiness accompanied him as if something was missing in his life. And conversely, this thing was still present. Which didn't help healing.

Mark continued to text him on his phone. As if he didn't believe in the rejection of his companion.

This is not a rejection !! A vindictive part of his mind took offense. He didn't want to believe he had hurt his junior. And in truth he found it difficult to grasp the thoughts which animated the youngest. The messages were all different. Sometimes tinged with bitterness. Of anger. Of repentance. Of regret. Mark apologized. Asked for more explanations. Begged him not to leave him. And to answer him.

But Gun made an effort never to respond to the black haired boy. Except when his messages were trivial and they spoke of trivialities. Or when it concerned work, for example. Like the partnership they had with certain telephone or cosmetic brands. But aside from these matters, Gun avoided the younger with all his might.

And it was painful. For both of them. The more days went by, the more Gun's feelings oppressed him. His heart sank. His chest too. And his stomach was twisting as if he had received a blow to the abdomen which prevented him from breathing. It was so ridiculous to feel like this for a simple romance. No, not even a romance ! This story made no sense from the start. It was just platonic ! Just sex. There was nothing. No love feelings ! Never. No never...