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The alarm clock rang at 6:00 sharp in the morning, which heralded a new day for our young hero Florian as a fire investigator but today he didn't felt like waking up. His body heavy on the mattress to even raise his head to check if the sun peeked through his curtain.
Today was just not the day but that'll be like that since he lost someone dear to him again, someone he knew for only two years but mattered to him more than anything else, someone he shared so many memories that he gave a point of honor to cherish them all, that person gave an other reason to the blonde haired man to smile a bit wider when he walks in the street...just the thought of it makes him sick so he just close his eyes and try to distract himself by dosing off to sleep.
Well maybe before he should call the fire station to say he wasn't coming today but he didn't gathered the courage to do it, they would've understand anyways since they were aware he attended to a burial yesterday. He once cheerful man just lays in defeat in the pitch black room before tears starts to burn under his eyes, that whole situation pained him so much, all changed so suddenly before he could even do anything...
After what seemed half an hour the cushion was damped with tears and the man was uncounscious on his bed, probably dreaming of old times.
He remembers about two years ago when he first met him, his miracle, his sunshine... He claimed to be born in Prague, well that was obvious by the Czech last name, oh his name sounded beautiful when he first acknowledged it, oh Matthias Czernin... Now the name was unpronounceable because everytime it tried to escape his throat it ended up in uncontrollable sobs.
The czech man had the original job of being a puppeteer, a job that Florian admired, even more when he attended to one of his shows where he saw his beloved puppeteer playing on stage with small wooden figures and moving his skilled fingers to make them come to life, it was that same wood that carved his coffin but it missed that spark of life that only Matthias could give before passing away.
It was just depressing now. He remembers the day, one week ago... he got the news of the death while he was at work... Matthias hanged himself in his appartement leaving nothing behind, just an heavy gap into Florian's heart, the blonde of course cried his soul out at the new...
Now the firefighter pathetically tried to remember all those lovely memories, the first day they met it was a sunny Sunday, the puppeteer was so shy around people that it made Florian's heart melt instantly as he felt the urge to present himself and show him around the manor to make Matthias a bit more familiar with his environment, days passed and they grew quite close, attending to the manor's new year's celebrations and summer festival together of course they hanged out together very often.
Matthias became a bit less reserved thanks to the fire investigator and quickly became friends with the toy merchant since they shared their love for wooden toys. Florian was happy to know Matthias was fully adapted to the manor and years went back in their confortable train of life(even tho manor games are HELL ON EARTH.). He also remembers the first time they kissed and officially started dating... It was on a Sunday aswell but the sky was a beautiful shade of red and orange, Matthias was back from his match and Florian just wanted to reward his beloved with a soft kiss on the cheek which made him a very deep shade of red instantly, then he pulled him into a kiss then everything became blurry... Sundays. Beautiful... Beautifully ugly. Every important days of his life regardless of good or bad came on Sundays.... His first meeting with Matthias, His first kiss with Matthias, His sudden loss after Matthias's successful attempt. It's so pathetic that he remembers such a detail but doesn't even remember properly Matthias's face as years came by.
It's now been 2 years after Matthias's suicide and Florian had tried to move on which he kinda successed since he goes out for work and groceries. Well he wasn't the same bundle of joy as the old years but that'll do the route. Simply greeting people with a nod instead of waving hello energicaly and direct himself to the person to start a conversation like the younger Florian would've done.