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PEEPS HERE IT COMES
THE WHOLE LOAD OF DEM FEELS AND ALEX AND NICK AND EPICNESS

Omg, literally, my sister did just an incredibly glorious job for this chapter, I have re-read it like over9000 times and counting THIS IS AN EXTREMELY INTERESTING AND EXCITING CHAPTER, so read everything carefully

Anyways, TwiggyStone , brace yourself to write the continuation huhuhuhuhuhu

EVERYONE ENJOY

OBLIGATORY FOR LISTENING BEFORE AND/OR DURING THE READING (the unreal inso coming from here, plus this is a new single from our epic Swiss rock band, so go check it out) : Gotthard - Stay With Me

+ We (my sis and I) included a small dialogue between Alex and Lucie in french in the beginning, and the translation is below the story, we just wanted to keep that great charm of french language which gives this tenderness in their conversation :3

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Previous part

Storyline

PoV Alex

I'm always disgusted to admit my feelings. And by the feelings I mean the romantic ones. I will be never capable to describe all of that hideosity I experience to myself when admitting liking someone. Let me remind you, my dears, I'm quite a contradictory person. So, at the same time, I'm driven insanely mad by people who can't figure anything out. As a result, I'm irritating myself. But actually, everything is super simple: you hate someone - you ignore one; you love someone - you date. Ah, if it was that simple...

I'm sitting in my room. Lately I'm spending here too much time alone, not getting out. Lucie even thinks I'm back into my depression. She should already get used to these periods of non-communication of mine. But I'm not going out because the rain can't stop for a couple of weeks already. Hello, Swiss autumn. I love rain. And it wouldn't confuse me a bit to get out, stand in the middle of the road and stay under the pouring rain, smiling like an idiot. But some kind of force is just keeping me in this room, not letting me make any move. Maybe, somewhere deep in my consciousness, my mind doesn't want to see Lara. Doesn't want to see Quentin... doesn't want to see Nick. I'll be honest - I'm tired of all of this. The jealousy of Lara, which is absolutely ridiculous; Q, who is still thinking that I'm a monster who will rape him at any convenient moment. And then we have my little prostitute Nicky. And, my darlings, hell knows what's happening between us.

My fist hurts again. Remember I broke a mirror with it? The cut would have already cured itself if I hadn't touched it with a piece of glass from time to time. I'm an idiot. I'm a psychopath. But it's gonna get better, I hope this mood won't stay for so long. Alex, you're such a douche. Be happy, enjoy life, annoy people with your jokes, huh? I can't pull a pretentious smile on my face when I'm feeling like a total shit, when thoughts and voices overwhelm my head in awful migraines.

Anyway. Good old Alex is coming back. To precise: I'm getting up from my bed, and, having put on some slouchy t-shirt I'm starting to look for something like boots or at least some sneakers. Hmm, will I be cold in these ripped jeans which I pulled on this morning? I'm knocking into my old converse in my closet. Will do. I'm breathing in deeply. And here I've forced myself to go out of my room. As usual, there are the voices sounding from downstairs: it was sinful not to be gathered in the living room by 18:00pm. And I'm a bad boy, I love to sin. Some people are missing though: Max is pitching on Jazz, who is mad on Andreas for God knows what. Lucie is drinking tea, sitting in an armchair. She is watching me with expectant eyes, hoping I'll finally stay with them. Andreas is trying to choose a movie which they will soon begin to watch together. But I'm passing by in direction to the main door. I hear the steps behind my back, light and frequent. Lucie overtook me.

"Alex, attends-moi!*", I see anxiety on her face. She's addressing me in French - the talk will be serious when she does that.

"Je t'écoute, ma chérie*", I'm throwing to her keeping my way to the door

"Non, là tu t'arrêtes. Qu'est-ce qui se passe*?", she's grabbing me by the arm, making me watch her.

"Mais rien. Je veux rester seul, c'est tout, ok*?", I don't have any explanations, any excuses. I'm feeling bad, and I dont have to explain myself to anyone.

"Tu sais que tu peux tout me dire*", the hope isn't going down in her eyes

"Il n'y a rien à dire", I'm cutting off. I can't keep on excusing myself, don't want to find ways to say. I just have nothing to say - that's it.

I find myself outside, haven't even put on my jacket. But it's fine - I don't feel cold. Never. I'm like in some kind of spaced out; rain drops are falling on me from the sky, I'm quickly moving to the stables. It's some wild Alex in action right now, trusting only his instincts of self-protection - get far away from others, stay alone. I don't notice how I'm already on Anarchia, galloping through the dirt and rain in the forest. Galloping and not thinking about anything, first time in so many days.

***

The lights in the rooms are already gone, as I'm slowly approaching our house, wet and dirty ans laughing like a psycho. Yeah Alex, you've gone that far today. I'm finally reporting back to myself what I'm doing and what I'm thinking of. Well, more or less. At the entrance door I'm just praying to God that every one and only were sleeping: I won't stand all of the questioning.

Shit, Alex, when did you become so unsocial? And, what time is it actually? Must be something around midnight, no one leaves before. I'm stepping over the side step, trying to leave as less traces on the clean floor as possible. I know exactly someone is not sleeping. Alessandro Moretti is a really sensitive nature for one's presence. Seriously, I always know it when one's soul is still awake.

The lamp is on in the kitchen, which makes my guesses confirmed. This perfume - Lucie has been waiting for me all of this time. But she's not alone. Having seen me, the girl is rushing to hug me , letting down the fact that I'm dirty and soggy like hell. It seems she will burst into tears in a second, but getting herself under control, she starts pouring all of the questions on me, which I peacefully skip by my ears. Instead, I notice a figure sitting at our kitchen dining bar table. I will never take this creature for anyone else - what on earth is he doing here? Nick is watching me carefully, ready to let his eyes down any moment and run away from here as far as possible. I get him, I'm afraid of myself, too.

"Alex, for f8ck's sake, where have you been!?" Lucie exclaims, still hugging me, "Nick, what are you waiting for, put the kettle on!"

"Lucie stop. Just had a small ride through the forest, nothing special", I keep denying the fact

"Nothing special? You sonnafabitch, you're all soaking wet! Any brains there, Mr "You all drive me mad"?" Lucie resembles a mom, whose son has just come back from some pathetic school party, "Go change now, Nick, you go with him so he wouldn't come up with something stupid again. I had enough, holy jeez"

Oh no, not that, please. Plus one awkward situation. I can see fright and unwillingness to move in Nick's eyes. Again, I understand him. Neither I want him to go upstairs with me. But he's standing up, approaching me in his timid steps.

"Don't worry, not gonna bite", I smile, and seeing some relief on his face, I add, "Not today"

Aw yes, I love confusing people.

We are finding ourselves in my room, where I left a complete mess from the moment where I runaway from the house, like a jerk. Nick doesn't know to to behave and what to do, while I'm trying to find my clothes. My phone, which i left on my bed, makes a sound of a new message.

"Take a look, who is it from?" I command to Nick, so he would stop staring at me, while I'm trying to get my shit done.

"Some Michelle. Is it... your friend?" he asks me a provocative question.

"Sister", I cut off, "Gonna text her back later"

I'm catching his eyes on me when I've pulled my t-shirt off me. And no, Alex, he's not staring at your "beautiful" back. He is staring at that awful ugly scar, which has been already seen by everyone at this center and which everyone considered oneself obliged to ask where is it from and what happened. No-one, except my sister, Lucie and Lara.

"Can you please get your eyes off me?" I pronounce, pulling a loose grey shirt on me.

"Like if it's blushing you?" It's Nick's voice. Nut not a voice of that scared gal, who i got used to. It's interesting, how can the perception of a person change only because of his intonation. This kind of Nick was a new kind for me to discover.

"Not at all", to be honest, I was a bit destabilized. Come on Alex, don't show it. "But you would have definitely asked me where is it from"

"But you hate when anyone is digging into your past, forgot?", he's sneering. Do I really know that guy in front of me?

"What was Lucie watering you with?"

"Tea", he replies after thinking a bit, "But I'm sure there was something else mixed in"

"I'll tell to her to water you with this more often. I'm liking you much better like that", I wink to him. Ha, here it comes back, that confused expression of his. How I adore it.

"Pull your ass downstairs", I throw at him, leaving the room.

Lucie is happy that I'm wearing her favorite shirt, and Nick is sitting on his usual chair in the kitchen, quiet again. The rain won't stop, enforcing with every minute. The time is getting to 1:00am, and the girl is starting to prep the food for lunches and dinners: this week is her turn to cook. She's just a true little copy of Mrs Monet. Looks after everyone, cooks and cleans even if it's not her turn. Never gonna stop admiring her.

"Lara was worrying", she says while cutting something on the cutting board.

"If she truly was she would have been sitting here with you until I show up", I react edgily, but put myself down at once.

"You still have something for her, don't you?" Nick pronounces suddenly, looking me right into my eyes. Lucie turned around as well, waiting for the answer.

"No", I cut off, burning Nick with my eyes too, "I have nothing but indifference left to her"

Lucie shrugged her shoulders, getting back to cutting. Nick was still watching me, and the aim of this all wasn't understandable neither for him, nor for me. But I decided to interpret his look in my way.

"You really want to know where is that scar from?" I ask, forgetting for a second, that this topic always touches my feelings.

"Just if you are willing to share this", he explains.

"Should I leave you?" Lucie wonders. She is a person without prejudices, without judging. She doesn't have all of these weird ideas about me and Nick, she's not picking on us. And that's what I love her for.

"Not necessary", I smile to her, "You already know more that one should"

She laughs, but, for the sake of decency, puts on her headphones and ups the volume. For a couple of minutes I'm sitting without saying a word. Heaps of little Alexes are furiously pulsing in hysterias in me, forbidding me to start the story. But for the first time, I am stronger than my conscious. Only I can be in control of what I say and who I share my life with.

"I was eight, maybe nine.My father and I were driving in the car, my sister was there with us too. It was dark, I don't even remember where or where from we were going, you know", I produce some nervous snigger, "And suddenly out of nowhere another car hit into us. I'll tell you once again, I remember little, which is weird. Ha, everybody says that my brain is just blocking this accident... like they know everything about me. I turned off when I nicely hit the glass with my head. And maybe we flew through the haunch, hell knows, but I fragmentary remember myself laying on the grass, with the big spill of something in my back. Michelle, my sister, was lying next to me... unconscious. I couldn't see my father. Thanks God. Then it was the hospital, no one was saying anything to me. And i wouldn't have understood anyway, I was off mostly all of the time - brain concussion, burn in hell. That something that was in my back got pulled out, the wound sewed. Michelle was visiting me already in couple of days, she took it easy. Our mom has always been with us. And the father died".

I started shivering.

"Alex, I'm so sorry, don't continue if it's hard for you..."

"Nick, shut up. You've been asking for it, and so if i've already started - I must finish. I have never wanted to know the details. And i haven't been told anyway. But my Michelle knows. Since then, everything is, khm, lightly saying, not quite normal with me. Like you know, like someone is controlling me, protecting... or on the contrary, hurting me. But I won't talk about this, alright, mon ange? All in all, the wounds healed, the mentality not. How many psychotherapeutists I've been at", I nervously laughing again, not noticing that i'm holding Nick by his hand, and the shiver is going away, "Two years after my mom married that bag of shit. No idea, if it was from hopelessness or any other illogical reason. That asshole was traducing on us. He hated us. And once, when i was fifteen, I beat the crap out of him for he was touching up Michelle. I got my punishment from our mom, cuz she was believing that jerk, not her children. And then I was sent here, and that was the best solution ever made. You know, they say equestrianism helps? That is true. Plus, Lucie was here. Then it was Lara. But now I have you as well, mon ange, don't I? You won't be ignoring me the same way Lara did?"

"Never", he has been still holding my hand, and I don't even remember the time I felt so calm while telling this story, "Alex, if you will ever need someone to talk to, I will be there for you".

Lucie is rushing on me in tears: she has been always crying each time I was sharing this story. Nick is letting my hand go, despite the fact I'm not letting go of his. I hug Lucie back, after what I stand up from the chair. I playfully hit thunderstruck Nick at his back and leave to my room. First time in a long period i really want to sleep. And indeed, straight away, I fall into Morpheus' arms.

Next part
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Alex, attends-moi! - Alex, wait for me
Je t'écoute, ma chérie - I'm listening, my dear
Non, là tu t'arrêtes. Qu'est-ce qui se passe? - No, you stop here. What's going on?
Mais rien. Je veux rester seul, c'est tout, ok? - Nothing. I want to be alone, that's it, ok?
Tu sais que tu peux tout me dire - You know that you can tell me everything
Il n'y a rien à dire - There's nothing to tell
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Alex, Lucie (c) by me
Nick (c) by TwiggyStone

Art by me c:
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Story is written by my amazing sister, translated by me

References used: just random google pics for muscles, shading and background

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Description
PEEPS HERE IT COMES
THE WHOLE LOAD OF DEM FEELS AND ALEX AND NICK AND EPICNESS

Omg, literally, my sister did just an incredibly glorious job for this chapter, I have re-read it like over9000 times and counting THIS IS AN EXTREMELY INTERESTING AND EXCITING CHAPTER, so read everything carefully

Anyways, TwiggyStone , brace yourself to write the continuation huhuhuhuhuhu

EVERYONE ENJOY

OBLIGATORY FOR LISTENING BEFORE AND/OR DURING THE READING (the unreal inso coming from here, plus this is a new single from our epic Swiss rock band, so go check it out) : Gotthard - Stay With Me

+ We (my sis and I) included a small dialogue between Alex and Lucie in french in the beginning, and the translation is below the story, we just wanted to keep that great charm of french language which gives this tenderness in their conversation :3

_____________________________________________

Previous part

Storyline

PoV Alex

I'm always disgusted to admit my feelings. And by the feelings I mean the romantic ones. I will be never capable to describe all of that hideosity I experience to myself when admitting liking someone. Let me remind you, my dears, I'm quite a contradictory person. So, at the same time, I'm driven insanely mad by people who can't figure anything out. As a result, I'm irritating myself. But actually, everything is super simple: you hate someone - you ignore one; you love someone - you date. Ah, if it was that simple...

I'm sitting in my room. Lately I'm spending here too much time alone, not getting out. Lucie even thinks I'm back into my depression. She should already get used to these periods of non-communication of mine. But I'm not going out because the rain can't stop for a couple of weeks already. Hello, Swiss autumn. I love rain. And it wouldn't confuse me a bit to get out, stand in the middle of the road and stay under the pouring rain, smiling like an idiot. But some kind of force is just keeping me in this room, not letting me make any move. Maybe, somewhere deep in my consciousness, my mind doesn't want to see Lara. Doesn't want to see Quentin... doesn't want to see Nick. I'll be honest - I'm tired of all of this. The jealousy of Lara, which is absolutely ridiculous; Q, who is still thinking that I'm a monster who will rape him at any convenient moment. And then we have my little prostitute Nicky. And, my darlings, hell knows what's happening between us.

My fist hurts again. Remember I broke a mirror with it? The cut would have already cured itself if I hadn't touched it with a piece of glass from time to time. I'm an idiot. I'm a psychopath. But it's gonna get better, I hope this mood won't stay for so long. Alex, you're such a douche. Be happy, enjoy life, annoy people with your jokes, huh? I can't pull a pretentious smile on my face when I'm feeling like a total shit, when thoughts and voices overwhelm my head in awful migraines.

Anyway. Good old Alex is coming back. To precise: I'm getting up from my bed, and, having put on some slouchy t-shirt I'm starting to look for something like boots or at least some sneakers. Hmm, will I be cold in these ripped jeans which I pulled on this morning? I'm knocking into my old converse in my closet. Will do. I'm breathing in deeply. And here I've forced myself to go out of my room. As usual, there are the voices sounding from downstairs: it was sinful not to be gathered in the living room by 18:00pm. And I'm a bad boy, I love to sin. Some people are missing though: Max is pitching on Jazz, who is mad on Andreas for God knows what. Lucie is drinking tea, sitting in an armchair. She is watching me with expectant eyes, hoping I'll finally stay with them. Andreas is trying to choose a movie which they will soon begin to watch together. But I'm passing by in direction to the main door. I hear the steps behind my back, light and frequent. Lucie overtook me.

"Alex, attends-moi!*", I see anxiety on her face. She's addressing me in French - the talk will be serious when she does that.

"Je t'écoute, ma chérie*", I'm throwing to her keeping my way to the door

"Non, là tu t'arrêtes. Qu'est-ce qui se passe*?", she's grabbing me by the arm, making me watch her.

"Mais rien. Je veux rester seul, c'est tout, ok*?", I don't have any explanations, any excuses. I'm feeling bad, and I dont have to explain myself to anyone.

"Tu sais que tu peux tout me dire*", the hope isn't going down in her eyes

"Il n'y a rien à dire", I'm cutting off. I can't keep on excusing myself, don't want to find ways to say. I just have nothing to say - that's it.

I find myself outside, haven't even put on my jacket. But it's fine - I don't feel cold. Never. I'm like in some kind of spaced out; rain drops are falling on me from the sky, I'm quickly moving to the stables. It's some wild Alex in action right now, trusting only his instincts of self-protection - get far away from others, stay alone. I don't notice how I'm already on Anarchia, galloping through the dirt and rain in the forest. Galloping and not thinking about anything, first time in so many days.

***

The lights in the rooms are already gone, as I'm slowly approaching our house, wet and dirty ans laughing like a psycho. Yeah Alex, you've gone that far today. I'm finally reporting back to myself what I'm doing and what I'm thinking of. Well, more or less. At the entrance door I'm just praying to God that every one and only were sleeping: I won't stand all of the questioning.

Shit, Alex, when did you become so unsocial? And, what time is it actually? Must be something around midnight, no one leaves before. I'm stepping over the side step, trying to leave as less traces on the clean floor as possible. I know exactly someone is not sleeping. Alessandro Moretti is a really sensitive nature for one's presence. Seriously, I always know it when one's soul is still awake.

The lamp is on in the kitchen, which makes my guesses confirmed. This perfume - Lucie has been waiting for me all of this time. But she's not alone. Having seen me, the girl is rushing to hug me , letting down the fact that I'm dirty and soggy like hell. It seems she will burst into tears in a second, but getting herself under control, she starts pouring all of the questions on me, which I peacefully skip by my ears. Instead, I notice a figure sitting at our kitchen dining bar table. I will never take this creature for anyone else - what on earth is he doing here? Nick is watching me carefully, ready to let his eyes down any moment and run away from here as far as possible. I get him, I'm afraid of myself, too.

"Alex, for f8ck's sake, where have you been!?" Lucie exclaims, still hugging me, "Nick, what are you waiting for, put the kettle on!"

"Lucie stop. Just had a small ride through the forest, nothing special", I keep denying the fact

"Nothing special? You sonnafabitch, you're all soaking wet! Any brains there, Mr "You all drive me mad"?" Lucie resembles a mom, whose son has just come back from some pathetic school party, "Go change now, Nick, you go with him so he wouldn't come up with something stupid again. I had enough, holy jeez"

Oh no, not that, please. Plus one awkward situation. I can see fright and unwillingness to move in Nick's eyes. Again, I understand him. Neither I want him to go upstairs with me. But he's standing up, approaching me in his timid steps.

"Don't worry, not gonna bite", I smile, and seeing some relief on his face, I add, "Not today"

Aw yes, I love confusing people.

We are finding ourselves in my room, where I left a complete mess from the moment where I runaway from the house, like a jerk. Nick doesn't know to to behave and what to do, while I'm trying to find my clothes. My phone, which i left on my bed, makes a sound of a new message.

"Take a look, who is it from?" I command to Nick, so he would stop staring at me, while I'm trying to get my shit done.

"Some Michelle. Is it... your friend?" he asks me a provocative question.

"Sister", I cut off, "Gonna text her back later"

I'm catching his eyes on me when I've pulled my t-shirt off me. And no, Alex, he's not staring at your "beautiful" back. He is staring at that awful ugly scar, which has been already seen by everyone at this center and which everyone considered oneself obliged to ask where is it from and what happened. No-one, except my sister, Lucie and Lara.

"Can you please get your eyes off me?" I pronounce, pulling a loose grey shirt on me.

"Like if it's blushing you?" It's Nick's voice. Nut not a voice of that scared gal, who i got used to. It's interesting, how can the perception of a person change only because of his intonation. This kind of Nick was a new kind for me to discover.

"Not at all", to be honest, I was a bit destabilized. Come on Alex, don't show it. "But you would have definitely asked me where is it from"

"But you hate when anyone is digging into your past, forgot?", he's sneering. Do I really know that guy in front of me?

"What was Lucie watering you with?"

"Tea", he replies after thinking a bit, "But I'm sure there was something else mixed in"

"I'll tell to her to water you with this more often. I'm liking you much better like that", I wink to him. Ha, here it comes back, that confused expression of his. How I adore it.

"Pull your ass downstairs", I throw at him, leaving the room.

Lucie is happy that I'm wearing her favorite shirt, and Nick is sitting on his usual chair in the kitchen, quiet again. The rain won't stop, enforcing with every minute. The time is getting to 1:00am, and the girl is starting to prep the food for lunches and dinners: this week is her turn to cook. She's just a true little copy of Mrs Monet. Looks after everyone, cooks and cleans even if it's not her turn. Never gonna stop admiring her.

"Lara was worrying", she says while cutting something on the cutting board.

"If she truly was she would have been sitting here with you until I show up", I react edgily, but put myself down at once.

"You still have something for her, don't you?" Nick pronounces suddenly, looking me right into my eyes. Lucie turned around as well, waiting for the answer.

"No", I cut off, burning Nick with my eyes too, "I have nothing but indifference left to her"

Lucie shrugged her shoulders, getting back to cutting. Nick was still watching me, and the aim of this all wasn't understandable neither for him, nor for me. But I decided to interpret his look in my way.

"You really want to know where is that scar from?" I ask, forgetting for a second, that this topic always touches my feelings.

"Just if you are willing to share this", he explains.

"Should I leave you?" Lucie wonders. She is a person without prejudices, without judging. She doesn't have all of these weird ideas about me and Nick, she's not picking on us. And that's what I love her for.

"Not necessary", I smile to her, "You already know more that one should"

She laughs, but, for the sake of decency, puts on her headphones and ups the volume. For a couple of minutes I'm sitting without saying a word. Heaps of little Alexes are furiously pulsing in hysterias in me, forbidding me to start the story. But for the first time, I am stronger than my conscious. Only I can be in control of what I say and who I share my life with.

"I was eight, maybe nine.My father and I were driving in the car, my sister was there with us too. It was dark, I don't even remember where or where from we were going, you know", I produce some nervous snigger, "And suddenly out of nowhere another car hit into us. I'll tell you once again, I remember little, which is weird. Ha, everybody says that my brain is just blocking this accident... like they know everything about me. I turned off when I nicely hit the glass with my head. And maybe we flew through the haunch, hell knows, but I fragmentary remember myself laying on the grass, with the big spill of something in my back. Michelle, my sister, was lying next to me... unconscious. I couldn't see my father. Thanks God. Then it was the hospital, no one was saying anything to me. And i wouldn't have understood anyway, I was off mostly all of the time - brain concussion, burn in hell. That something that was in my back got pulled out, the wound sewed. Michelle was visiting me already in couple of days, she took it easy. Our mom has always been with us. And the father died".

I started shivering.

"Alex, I'm so sorry, don't continue if it's hard for you..."

"Nick, shut up. You've been asking for it, and so if i've already started - I must finish. I have never wanted to know the details. And i haven't been told anyway. But my Michelle knows. Since then, everything is, khm, lightly saying, not quite normal with me. Like you know, like someone is controlling me, protecting... or on the contrary, hurting me. But I won't talk about this, alright, mon ange? All in all, the wounds healed, the mentality not. How many psychotherapeutists I've been at", I nervously laughing again, not noticing that i'm holding Nick by his hand, and the shiver is going away, "Two years after my mom married that bag of shit. No idea, if it was from hopelessness or any other illogical reason. That asshole was traducing on us. He hated us. And once, when i was fifteen, I beat the crap out of him for he was touching up Michelle. I got my punishment from our mom, cuz she was believing that jerk, not her children. And then I was sent here, and that was the best solution ever made. You know, they say equestrianism helps? That is true. Plus, Lucie was here. Then it was Lara. But now I have you as well, mon ange, don't I? You won't be ignoring me the same way Lara did?"

"Never", he has been still holding my hand, and I don't even remember the time I felt so calm while telling this story, "Alex, if you will ever need someone to talk to, I will be there for you".

Lucie is rushing on me in tears: she has been always crying each time I was sharing this story. Nick is letting my hand go, despite the fact I'm not letting go of his. I hug Lucie back, after what I stand up from the chair. I playfully hit thunderstruck Nick at his back and leave to my room. First time in a long period i really want to sleep. And indeed, straight away, I fall into Morpheus' arms.

Next part
*
Alex, attends-moi! - Alex, wait for me
Je t'écoute, ma chérie - I'm listening, my dear
Non, là tu t'arrêtes. Qu'est-ce qui se passe? - No, you stop here. What's going on?
Mais rien. Je veux rester seul, c'est tout, ok? - Nothing. I want to be alone, that's it, ok?
Tu sais que tu peux tout me dire - You know that you can tell me everything
Il n'y a rien à dire - There's nothing to tell
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Alex, Lucie (c) by me
Nick (c) by TwiggyStone

Art by me c:
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SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL FOR SPEEDPAINTS AND INTERESTING STUFF!
TAKE A LOOK AT MY TUMBLR (FOR REQUESTS AS WELL)
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Tools of trade:

Story is written by my amazing sister, translated by me

References used: just random google pics for muscles, shading and background

Photoshop CS5