“I.. I just have to trust the person if they say it’s colourful.”, Markus mumbled, looking away and to the lake again.
“I try to take a picture of it and send it to my brother though. I can trust him to tell me.”, he muttered quietly. He just wasn’t always able to right away. When he got stuck in an abusive relationship, it was hard to just be on his phone without being controlled.“I haven’t met them yet, so I don’t know how it would feel… just.. hopefully good.”:
She stayed there for nearly an hour longer before leaving to get some lunch. Thiugh she couldn’t help but think of Markus.
Markus spend half an hour more walking around the park, before his phone rang. He sat down to talk with his brother, happy he called a little earlier than usual. Fifteen minutes later he continued walking and making his way to the exit of the park. Being on the phone meant he heard his surroundings a little less, though he usually wasn’t bothered by it.
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