Trigger warning - abuse, drug use. Possible Stockholm syndrome. Angsty NorFin with a side of angsty SuFin.
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He’s gone.
My Tino, where has he gone?
The police find nothing of him.
I can’t find him.
He wasn’t there the last time I checked.
It’s like he disappeared into thin air.
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Lukas fumbles for his wallet and pulls it out - A small fee must be paid for tacking up a missing poster to some of the lampposts on Lakeview Street. In his hand are the missing posters, and monotonously, he posts them to the pull and languidly covers them with clear masking tape.
It’s been twenty four hours. The police have found nothing. Lukas has found nothing.
Tears begin to burn in Lukas’s eyes as he moves down to the next lamppost, attracting unwanted gazes from passersby. Their eyes burn into his soul, as if questioning him, giving him pity he does not deserve.
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If they can’t find you, I’ll find you.
This is not a wish - This is a promise.
I’ll stop anyone who gets in the way of you and me.
I know who stole you, who ripped you from my heart.
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Post after post. Thought after thought. Lukas’s mind is wandering, wallowing in the deep of anguish. The void is pulling him down, and fast. Not only is Tino’s time limited, but his is, as well.
He couldn’t have taken his beloved for granted, not in their years of being together. No. No, way.
He takes the evening train home for dinner, in which he heats up perunamuusi, or mashed potatoes and gravy-covered meatballs. The Norwegian’s appetite is nonexistent, but he shoves the food down his mouth anyway. Tomorrow, he will stop waiting for Tino to come for him. Instead, he will go out in the open and look for clues himself.
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“Look, Ber, I can explain!” Tino stammers, staring at the brute ahead of him. The lights have been shut off, and the blond feels his back pressing against the cold, chipped wall.
Berwald only takes a step closer to him, narrowing the fine gap between them.
Tino knows he shouldn’t have left Lukas after that fight in December. It was late at night, and honesty was the only thing that crept out from the dark. Savage, bitter, honesty. He begins scanning for things to use as a weapon - The glass lamp to his right on the bed stand, and a leather belt to his left on the bed itself. Both had been used before by Berwald; Tino knew from past experiences what to do.
One month of bliss was followed by another of pure torture. Tino couldn’t escape - He couldn’t get his thoughts together, and every time he tried to escape, he was beaten. Berwald was dark and haunting like the bruises that covered Tino’s lithe frame.
The Fin loved Lukas again, and it came to him that not only was he unlucky, but he was so, so, stupid. Tino braced himself as the belt came lashing down across his torso. How did Berwald know?
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Berwald.
Tino chose Berwald over me.
That’s where I’m going.
Berwald’s house.
Answers lie there...At least, they have to.
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Why Lukas chose not to give the police information he doesn’t understand himself. Perhaps he wanted to save some of the glory for himself, but that would prolong this...State. He had colored his hair night black and for once in many years, took off the cross pin in his hair. Lukas selected contacts that would tint his eyes an emerald green; Unnatural, unnerving. Surely it would attract attention, but it didn’t matter if Berwald noticed. He put on a tight-fitting Adidas tee, something he’d never wear on a normal day.
After spending more time customizing his look, he was out the door. After he put up the lampposts, there’d been no calls or texts to his number. He strolled out midday, appearing to look casual with the small pistol concealed in his right pant pocket. Lukas asked a local shopowner for a phonebook - Some business couldn’t be done online.
Lukas found Berwald’s address in no time - There was only one of him in town. He felt relieved that there were no thoughts of Tino plaguing him on their own, but a wave of guilt swept over him for not thinking of his love.
255 Karlazen Boulevard.
That was it, Lukas thought to himself.
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Does he not live in his own home?
Is Tino far from here?
Where is he, where is he, where is he?
I’m such a fool for thinking it’d be this easy.
There are so many lost ones out there.
They were never recovered.
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