Happily forever.

The feeling of poor digestion grew inside Marcos, too much to process in such a short time, only the easy vomit option was not available.

He turned his phone on once again, checking Alberto's profile for the umpteenth time, and it was still there, that photo that completely turned his stomach upside down, leaving him with a feeling of emptiness and anxiety that he found uncontrollable. "Three years..." Marcos thought as he shed tears that burned like his rage, a rage that from now on would make him make decisions he never believed he would have agreed to.

His gaze remained lost for a few seconds on the LED screen of his cell phone and not without first seeing how big the room felt now that he was gone. He closed his eyes, holding back the urge to throw the phone against the wall, but the memories returned to his head. Stripped of light, he perceived a ghostly residue of his cologne, that fragrance that managed to calm and excite him at the same time.

His hands moved across every part of his body, every caress of those strong hands caused him an endless number of uncontrollable sensations, in turn the friction between his thighs increased and with each thrust Mark felt on the verge of ecstasy. "I love you..." Alberto used to say whenever they made love, so Marcos sealed this gesture with a kiss full of passion, a kiss in which both bodies merged into one, the touch of naked bodies, the feeling of inner warmth, an orgasm that materialized with power at the moment of putting an end to those sensations.

There was nothing left of it, he was gone, abandoned it without saying why. On his mobile phone, the photo of a smiling Alberto on his way to new destinations, to a new country far away from the known world. The sensations would remain only in the memory and in the skin of Marcos, whose decision would be to close his eyes and not to wake up again keeping the memory of what once was.