It was wrong, Gustav knew that. He should feel more grief over the death of his former lover, who couldn't stop thinking about him until the last moment, but he couldn't.
But it was pointless to constantly think about it. Wasn't he tired of walking in circles? Shouldn't he take a step forward?
Felix sat next to him depressed. They used to be really good friends, but then Felix decided that Gustav was making a mistake tying himself to Ole. Maybe he was right? Maybe everything between him and the young poet was a doomed mistake from the beginning? Gustav still could not forgive Felix for his method, but he already understood the intentions.
"Felix, I'm sorry," he said.
