What is the chance to wake up one day and realize you don’t remember your name? And then you go living with some nice people and find there someone who knows how to find the love of your life? None. Not in the same lifetime, not to the same person. It is a damn large world, filled with lost people just like you and neither of them cares about your problems. But, just like one of these dreamers who every week buy a lottery ticket and believe this time it is their turn to hit the jackpot, I stood in Mark’s attic room and waited for him to go on with his confession.
I didn’t miss anything in the way he moved, the way his expression changed. I watched like a predator, hungry for my prey. It took all I had in me not to jump him and carve all his secrets out of him desperate for answers. What a
