Martin Park 02

That day, Martin was leaving his guitar lessons. It was the third time his father had called to pick him up, but he wanted to walk. Especially that day. He was passing through a quiet plaza. He spotted a group of boys beating someone up on the ground. He looked over and, surprisingly, recognized her. It was his classmate from school. He quickly approached and led them away.

-are you OK?

-he asked, helping her sit down very carefully.

-Ah. Shit.

-whisper.

Martin led a normal life. He had his usual routine, but he still felt something was missing. He had a partner, and they grew closer. As the days passed, they became more and more one, but they didn't want to say anything or admit it, and they just let things flow.