Freier Fall (Marc/Kay)
It was a gesture almost laughably symbolic. He’d smirked it off in his usual way, just an offer for a place to “get away” from life. Just a key to his flat.
It wasn’t until he said the words that Marc could admit to himself what it was really for.
But he’d fucked up. Even the key couldn’t open this lock anymore. It was closed against him now. There was no more for him in the empty flat, nowhere to find his touch even in the pulsing lights of the club. He’d waited too long and now Kay was gone.