Trapped Between the Past and the Future Part 2
Gustav sighed. Why was it that yesterday two glasses of whiskey were enough to render him unconscious, today a bottle and a half of wine had almost no effect on him?
Yet now he needed to get away from his problems, not face them like a bullfighter faces a bull. The portability may not have been the best, but he felt as if behind the cover of Julius' words a burly, angry bull was charging at him.
Too bad they only drank wine today. Maybe whiskey would have knocked it down more effectively. After a difficult conversation, was he still going to face his former lover? And Julius talked about it as if it was a small thing?
"Just like that?" he asked resignedly.
"And what more do you need? By now you've done enough work on yourself that only this one final step awaits you and you'll be free."
"I don't recall working on myself," muttered Gustav under his breath.