Lyngen p.1 - Kraftboeck
A broken heart is all that's left I'm still fixing all the cracks Lost a couple of pieces when I carried it, carried it, carried it home I'm afraid of all I am My mind feels like a foreign land Silence ringing inside my head Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home Stefan's brown eyes stared blankly at the landscape outside the window of the cabin in which he was currently staying. Snowflakes swirled in the air, reminding the man of his own fall. A fall from which he could not get up. He closed his eyes, stopping himself from sobbing. He was alone in the cabin, and not as he had planned with the love of his life. The very thought of Michael made the heart crumble over and over into millions of pieces that the owner himself could not collect and somehow glue together. A grimace appeared on his face, and tears ran down his cheeks. Loneliness was killing him. - Fuck, Michi...- a pitiful sound came out of the man's mouth, only to cry silently after a while. It is not how it was supposed to be. This was not how his relationship with the person who had always believed in him and supported him would end. He felt pathetically small (and I don't mean his height). He had missed a chance to be with someone who was his whole world. Damn it! He would do anything for him. He could not imagine life without him, without his smile, peace and composure. Who else would have calmed an unruly beaver? Stefan sniffed, trying to calm himself from the mild hysteria. He hadn't done anything else for several days, but just sat there, staring at the water and sobbing, remembering his past and finished relationship. With trembling hands, he wiped the tears from his cheeks and wrapped the covers tightly around him. He knew he had screwed up and he wouldn't be able to put it all back together like it used to be. Because it won't. Michael is gone and will not be back. Only the memories remained, which Stefan clung to and was terrified of fading with time. He was like a man desperately clinging to the side to keep from sinking. You're probably wondering where Stefan is. Well, after one of the conversations with Johann, he made a reservation for a stay in a small resort called Lyngen. It was actually supposed to be a surprise stay for him and Michael after a tiring season. In the end, he was here alone with a broken heart and a broken life. Lyngen - a springboard from problems, became his loneliness. Ski jumper bit his lower lip almost to the blood to keep from a despairing howl. The silence remained the only friend he ever had. A terrifying silence, without Hayboeck's crude laugh. He wrapped his arms around himself to protect himself from the cold that prevailed in this part of Norway. But silently he thanked him for the cold that made him feel alive. At least his body existed because he was in a completely different spirit. Somewhere where no one could catch up with him. He looked up again, a single tear running down his cheek. Lonely, because there was no one left to share her with someone else. There are only memories left that he would not have given back for any money in the world. Michael Hayboeck will remain the love of his life. He will always love him. Their relationship wasn't perfect, but which one was it? They both loved each other with a passionate and crazy love, which grew out of many years of friendship. Stefan smiled to himself, feeling the familiar warmth around his heart. He had always been like that when he thought of Michael. Heat spreading all over the body. Slowly he changed position, lying down on the mattress, wrapped in snow-white sheets. The intense despair slowly turned into a feeling of emptiness, as if everything good and related to Michael had flown away from Stefan and was not going to come back. The man closed his eyes, letting helplessness and bottomless despair overwhelm him completely, and he was lost in memories. Because that's all he has left.
