However, that was not a good idea as the black-haired woman discovered in the next moment. She looked down her leg at her ankle, which was now badly swollen.
Marik had seen her attempt to get up and immediately supported her again when he saw that she was in pain.
He, too, looked at her knuckle and couldn't help grinning."Whatever you have to walk around in killer shoes like that," he said, amused, and pointed to the eight centimeter high heels.
"No wonder you sprained your feet there too!"
For this comment, he received a painful punch in the stomach area.
"Shut up, at least it's your fault, you were standing in the way when I wanted to turn the corner.", Lefia replied, but couldn't help but grin.
"And how do I get home now, please?"
Marik seemed to be thinking, but then he shrugged.
"You will probably have no choice but to crawl home or crawl. Choose it."
The black-haired woman looked at him horrified. Was that serious? It was at least 3 km to her apartment block, she couldn't possibly crawl ...
Marik checked her face and then burst out laughing. Her mine was just to be thrown away.
"Hey!", Lefia was indignant about this reaction, but couldn't add anything more, because he was already taking her arms."What is that supposed to mean now?" She asked skeptically, but just to be on the safe side, wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Would you rather crawl?” Lefia was silent.
"Well then, you better hold on."
She still looked at him in disbelief, but did as he told her. Did he now want to carry her to her apartment? But it was much too heavy ..., thought lefia, but did not say a word about her concerns.

Neither of them spoke a word on the way to the apartment: Lefia's bad conscience had spoken after a while, as Marik's breathing was getting heavier and heavier.
When they finally got to their apartment, he let her sink onto her bed and asked for the first aid kit that was in the bathroom.
Then he bandaged her foot and sat next to her on the edge of the bed.
He looked into her face for a long time, then put a hand to her cheek.
"Can't you remember anything at all?" He asked in a whisper and pain suddenly spread across his face.Lefia looked at him questioningly.
"What should I remember?" She asked the other question. Marik dropped his hand again and shook his head.
"Forget what I said. Good night .."
With these words he got up and left the apartment without another word. What remains is a completely confused Lefia who stared disturbed at the door from which he had just disappeared.
Had she just heard sadness in his voice? And what should I please remind you? What did this man know about her?
These and other questions occupied her until she finally fell asleep and fell into a restless sleep.

Meanwhile, Marik had gone over to his apartment and sat down at the window again. Depressed, he looked outside and his mind wandered.
At a time when he was still happy.
He was lying in the meadows with a woman and she told him how she loved him and that she would always remember him, no matter what, even after her death.He had then taken her in his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. He had sworn to look for her again and again and find her.
That was a long time ago and she hadn't kept her promise. She didn't know him anymore. She didn't know who he was and that hurt him. He had looked for her and found her, but what should he do now?
He thought about this question for a long time, but found no answer and finally lay down with a heavy heart and fell into a restless sheep, which was marked by nightmares.