Christian sat down on the couch. Martinique on the ground. She always did that when she wanted to think fully. Connectedness. And if it was just the floor of a room. „It used to be a mystery, a secret,“ Martinique began, communicating her thoughts, „then people discovered the mystery, demystified it. We now know about …
Martinique felt her hand on his skin, feeling heavier and heavier until she fell asleep. Did she actually take this experience so seriously? Christian saw her close her eyes. Her steady breaths told him that she had left the reality, with all its demands, behind for a while. As gently as possible, so as not …
Martinique felt like killed. So he sat there, the man who called himself „the master of the ocean,“ took a sip of his beer with all the peace of mind, belched fervently, and seemed to have completely forgotten about their presence. In fact, Martinique found it hard to think badly of him, considering the circumstances …
