as if he had had a bad dream. Or is the oppressive mood still in his stomach? But didn't he say that he was better because he could tell? <br />
I put a hand on his shoulder and asked if everything was really all right with him.He winced and got up frantically. "Yes, yes, everything's ok with me. So that we don't get each other wrong: The only reason I returned your hug yesterday was because I was feeling pretty dirty, otherwise I wouldn't have told you about it in the first place!" the wind! Only now did I realize that! He was probably afraid that I would propose to him now! "Alright, Kai! I should have thought that something like this would come now. Well, I'll never be nice to you again, listen and empathize with you and start crying at the sight of such a battered body! Have you thought of that I was shocked that I found it cruel because you had to go through something so terrible? But you are more concerned about your composure, your pride, your hermit. You, the strong, independent Kai, listened to and hearted, and a woman at that! You can't do that either! Do me a favor and leave me alone next time if you feel the urge to trust someone again!Oh nonsense, you only report because you never trust me, I had completely forgotten! I'm just someone setting a trap for you boys here! "<br />
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I glared at this puffed up guy with narrowed eyes. I snorted in anger, grabbed the blankets, and marched out of the stable. What was he thinking? Didn't he notice anything? I just wanted to listen to him and encourage him to end his previous life. Another, new life is waiting for him that wants to be lived, he shouldn't leave it to himself. This reaction from him was hurtful. As if I wanted to turn him on, wanted to take advantage of his depressed mood for a seduction attack! The other way around, this way of thinking was typical for him. Especially since I now knew where it came from. He was just afraid to let someone close. The worry of being disappointed, exploited and disposed of again was too gigantic in him. Yes, it was actually disposed of.Thrown back into its basement hole after use. Lonely, scared, crouching there, uncertain about himself and his origins. That had shaped him, just as my past influenced me. But still he was a fool! Did I look so sinister, did I look so untrustworthy and like someone who would shamelessly take advantage of a situation? I went back inside and looked in the address book for the knacker's phone number. In a shaky voice I described my request and hung up the phone. A warm shower could do me good now and I absolutely had to talk to Kai again. Later. <br />
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See you sweeties!