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  1. LittleCherryBlossom26
    @Anton_ClocheSorry, I didn't mean for it to be perceived this way. I just like to put myself in my readers' shoes. And as I finished writing it a while ago already, I like to read it like a reader would. I know it sounds a little bit ambiguous, but I'd like to be writer, reader and editor at the same time for my works, although it's complicated for the editing part... But I don't regret what I wrote, even if it's not nice
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    Karl was sure he had never slept so much in his entire life. He wasn’t used to falling asleep as long as it was still daylight. Of course, he had already had the occasion to nap as a child in the early afternoon between two chores (especially on hot days), like every child he guessed, but that’s all. But nothing had been the same ever since he had left home. He finally left the hospital room in the late afternoon. He wasn’t going to monopolise a hospital room, let alone a bed any longe
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    Karl’s vision went from pitch black to white. He was feeling groggy, and couldn’t even remember what had happened before that. He guessed he just needed a little bit of time to get better. His chest was crossed by a sudden and aching sensation, almost violent as he couldn’t tell where he was. Could he be… He sat up mechanically, a bit too abruptly maybe. No, he couldn’t be. He stared into space, stupefied. It was nothing familiar. It just looked ugly. His foggy
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    They were at the hospital, the same hospital they had already gone to, waiting. Paul joined them not that long ago. It was dead silent. No one seemed to be willing to speak. They were just waiting in anxiety. Once again, the waiting seemed to be endless. But Paul was pacing up and down the hall as he had done in the room. Mrs. Hopkins ended up breaking down at some point. “Mum…” Paul got closer to her and put an arm around her shoulders. “How could we not see that he was
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    “If you need anything, or if there is a problem, you call this number, okay?” Karl nodded as Mrs. Hopkins kept repeating the same thing to him, to make sure he had understood, or that he would do it. She had shown him how to use their telephone. It wasn’t that hard. They were going out to see some friends, well at least it was what he thought he had understood, but maybe he had got it wrong. “Margaret, I think he has understood. You’ve been repeating the same thing to him
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    Death, death, death. That’s all he could think of. It was everywhere. In the outside world and in his head. So many people dying everywhere, every day, most of them because of natural causes, and many others without having asked for anything, powerless and begging to live for a bit longer. Some died painlessly falling into an endless sleep while others died in atrocious pain, such was the cycle of life. It was absolutely horrendous when you thought about it. How life is actually meanin
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    George was on a beach, a huge and empty beach that seemed to be endless, except for the sea. The sky was cloudy, but it wasn’t raining. He looked around for someone, anyone whom he could recognize. He was feeling completely lost. He had no idea how to get out of there. It was as if he were trapped. There wasn’t even one boat on the sea. He walked aimlessly, in the hope of finding something or someone that could help him. But it seemed to be completely pointless. There was no way out. H
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    George woke up with a loud shout. He was attacked by something cold and icy. He started panicking, unable to brace himself for the worst. He wanted to take a look at his surroundings, but his vision was blurry; once again. But then he realised he was completely soaked. What the heck…? His head was aching again, so bad, so much so that it was utterly unbearable. It seemed that it was about to burst. What had happened again? Oh yes, right. He obviously had drunk again, and
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    He woke up with a terrible headache. He groaned as he sat up. He held his head with his hands. It was pounding hard. He realised he was having trouble breathing as if he was lacking oxygen. He buried his eyes in the palms of his hands, hoping this throbbing sensation would soon vanish. He just waited, and waited for a long while. But it was still as awful. He groaned again. What had happened? He tried to remember how he had got there, but his mind was a blur. So he decided to take
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    That same evening he hung out in the city centre. He walked a bit aimlessly as he didn’t really know where he should go exactly, his hands still in his pockets, and still alone. He finally decided to go to a pub after a few more minutes of walking aimlessly, but not to the Greyhound. He was certain that if he went there he would see Emma, even if he tried to avoid her. And he didn’t want to see her. So instead he landed in a pub that was located in the opposite direction, near the Tham
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    @OkiegradI have to admit that I wanted to remain as vague as possible concerning Paul's sexuality because I like this mysterious charm it gives off and because he's not the main character too lol. But your intuition is pretty good! But poor George though! ^^
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    @bottomguyExactly, life has made George behave the way he does. Life has wounded him. Karl and George's relationship will definitely develop and take a different turn because of these events, but what I was trying to say is that the healing process for George will be very long, unfortunately...
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    For the first time ever since he had followed Paul outside, he left the house, all on his own, his hands buried in his pockets as he mostly looked down. The streets were rather crowded, but it was as if he were all alone, or as if he were only a ghost. Even if he were to bump into someone, he wasn’t sure they would even notice. He walked until he arrived at an old and disused warehouse in the South of the City. It was a huge building, so much so that you could put up dozens of fa
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    @Okiegrad I can only agree with you when you say that George is just a little twat. But deep inside he's not that bad, let alone evil. I tried my best to make him a complex character, but honestly, it was complicated... he just behaves like a twat because he can't accept a lot of things, starting with himself. And as for Karl, given the context, I didn't think this should be his top priority, although I agree that given his age he should start getting interested in this... But he will will find someone who truly loves him in the end!! No worry about that This story is just...too complicated!! Lol. Well it's a war story...
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    During these last few weeks, George had been going through a real living hell. With each day that passed, the pain and heartache were becoming even worse. Every bone in his body ached, painfully reminding him that he was still alive and suffering. He was painfully aware that he could never see Nathan again, his smile that somehow always knew how to cheer him up whenever he had been feeling down, his pretty face, and especially his bright, beautiful blue eyes that always saw the good in
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    It was really hard for Paul to see George go through so much pain. Of course, it was the first time he’d been experiencing death. So he couldn’t have expected anything else… His father always used to say when he was young that the more deaths you experience, the more trivial it becomes. He hadn’t experienced many deaths himself, so he couldn’t really agree or disagree with him. He had only lost some of his relatives. But they had never been killed… He kept in mind that it would take hi
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    “I’m really worried about him, you know. Already when Nathan was at war, he skipped meals, but now that he died, I’m afraid he is going to let himself starve and die…” Three days later, apparently, things hadn’t got any better… “Besides, he hasn’t been drinking either, and he cannot stay any longer without drinking…Paul! You have to do something! Even your father couldn’t do anything…” Mrs. Hopkins looked completely panicked and terrified. It was really painful to see. The same fe
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    After dinner, Karl went upstairs but he stopped right before the door and remained motionless. What happened earlier was… He couldn’t even find the words to describe it. He had never been confronted with such situations. He clearly understood something was wrong. But he tried to pretend he was unaffected by it. He didn’t utter a single word before and after dinner, or even during it. Even when either Mrs. Hopkins or Paul talked to him, he only used his head only to nod or shake it when
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    Robert was peacefully sitting in his armchair with his newspaper in both hands when there was a knock on the door. “I will get it.” He folded the paper carefully and put it down on the table before making his way towards the door. He liked reading it in the morning after he had just bought it and then rereading it after work. It was a habit he had developed as a young adult. Once he opened the door he was greeted by a young man whom he had never seen before. He had grey eyes
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    “Morning, Margaret.” “Good morning, George.” Another week, another day, another morning. “Have I received any mail?” “No, not this morning, dear.” George was visibly upset because of the negative answer. He let out a loud sigh, earning him a sympathetic look from Mrs. Hopkins. “He should have already written to me.” Karl didn’t fail to notice how he grew more and more preoccupied as the days passed. He was too worried to even realise that Karl noticed it.
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    Another week passed, and that evening it was just Mr. Hopkins and Karl in the house. He didn’t really know where the others were supposed to be. But, hey, they had their own lives and didn’t need to keep him informed of everything they did. He thought he had understood that Mrs. Hopkins had gone on her own to visit some relatives, and if so he guessed she had asked her husband to stay with him so he wouldn’t be alone. As for Paul he was most likely kept by work, and as for George…no idea.
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    The week after, one evening, they went back to see Emma at the pub, but this time George came with them. They had gone there several times between the time Karl had met her for the first time and that time. It’s not as if they had gone every evening, but even when it wasn’t once in a week, Emma was always really happy when she saw them enter the place. “Here’s my favourite Danish boy!” She exclaimed as she practically ran toward them to embrace him, something he was starting to get use
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    “Ladies, let me introduce you to Carl.” As you may have guessed, Mrs. Hopkins was the one to say that. They had both gone into the city centre during the following week, and not during the day, but in the evening. He was greeted with warm "Hello’s", "Hi’s", and "Nice to meet you’s". They met with seven women, who were probably some of Mrs. Hopkins’s friends. They were in some sort of building that looked like a shop, an empty workshop. “So Carl, this is Ruth, Martha, Edi
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    During the following weekend they all went to the south of England on the coast, following Mrs. Hopkins’s suggestion. They spent it in a place called “Brighton”. Karl had never known anything at all about England’s geography, but now he knew at least the names of three places. He had to admit that it was nice to see the sea again. It always looked beautiful under the sun, with its shiny water. He liked how the beaches looked so huge, how they almost seemed to be endless. Pretty much li
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    The following morning, when Karl walked into the kitchen, he found George sitting at the table, along with Mr. Hopkins and Paul. “But it’s a good thing that Churchill’s become the new PM. Chamberlain only made wrong decisions. He wasn’t fit for the job,” he heard Paul say. “Good morning,” he said to make his presence known. Mr. Hopkins, who was on one end of the table, smiled at him. “Good morning.” “‘Morning.” It wasn’t too late yet, explaining why George was still
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