The springs of the bed shook with fluctuating reluctance. Not in the interior of Santino's department, but at a distance away from them. In one of the lonely houses in the northwest of Kuri, in which only one light could be seen, belonging to one of the rooms.
The rain had stopped, leaving reluctant moisture, perceptible on the glass of that bedroom.
"Luke… huuumm…" Krisel's breathing was a ragged gasp, at the briskness of the young man's shaking. Losing himself in the cushioning of the mattress.
In the soporific atmosphere, Luke hovered over Krisel, propping himself up on his elbows and knees. His breathing rose, he fell and resumed the initial swing. There were no words in his throat, no feelings in his heart. His mind raced in a huge wave of complicated unfinished riddles.
He was in
