/Martinus/
*Some months ago*
I come home from school and trow myself on my bed and sight laugh. "What's wrong bro" my roommate Mateo ask. "I just want go back in Norway" I say. "You can you know" "I don't know if my parents will understand" I say. "They will" he say and leave. I sit on bed and look at door in front of me. He hate me. "He don't" I heard someone say. "Yes he do" I say. "He care about you a lot you just disappointed him by leaving" voice say. "I know I want all that back." I say. "You can get it back. Just call your parents they will understand." she say and I feel hand on my shoulder even if I can't see it. "But... How Marcus will know" I ask but I never got answer. I really want to know but seem like I won't. I get up and call my mom. "Martinus how are you" "I want to go home mom" I say and feel my eyes getting wet. "Did something bad hapined?" "No here is amazing but I regret coming here. I just want come home" I say. "I will see what I can do" she say. "Thanks" I say. Some weeks after I come home everything was normal again except that Marcus isn't here. "Marcus please come back I miss you. I come just to... Ughh" I go in his room and lay on his bed. It still smell like him. "come back" I say and start to cry.
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his past
قصص الهواة"He is ... dead? H-He can't be..." "I'm sorry" - Before 2 years I meet that boy with brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. I never tought he will be important to me this much. I never actally knew anything about why is he here and what is his past. Till...
