[Football] Choisir

nightmare. "

Royce handed over a towel, Gotze took it and wiped the sweat from his face, and then buried his face in the towel.

What happened just now?

Why can't he go back to the depths of his subconscious?

There was still that horrible hollow feeling, like a very important part of my body had been ripped out.He is still alive, but not completely alive.

"Listen, Sunny..." Royce said hesitantly, "Maybe you don't want to hear this now, but I still want to say, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be angry with you..."

"Marco, it's not your fault." Gotze raised his face, looked at him and said.

"No, Sunny, don't excuse me... We haven't seen each other for months, and the next time I saw you, you were so hurt... I've learned my lesson, I'm really sorry, can you forgive me me?"

There it was again... that guilt and self-loathing came back.

Gotze shook his head in pain: "No, you don't have to blame yourself, it's my fault, it's all my fault...Marco, you won't understand..."

"I really don't understand," Royce said sadly, "but I swore to protect you, Sunny, I can't watch you suffer like this...and it was indeed my fault that day, I shouldn't..."

"If you want to be forgiven, then believe what I say..." Gotze rubbed his forehead and said wearily, "Marco, can you leave me alone for a while?"

Royce froze for a moment, lowered his eyes and nodded, turned and left.

Goetze resisted the urge to call him back, forcing himself not to be softened by the sadness in those dark green eyes.He reached out and turned off the bedside light, and lay back on the bed.The part of his left leg wrapped in plaster began to hurt painfully again, but he didn't care, and even felt a strange sense of relief of being punished.I deserve it, he thought, before closing his eyes and allowing himself back into the embrace of darkness.

In the blink of an eye, it was August, and the weather that had been cloudy and rainy for several days due to the low pressure finally cleared up.It was hard to resist the warm invitation from the bright sunshine outside, and after obtaining the doctor's consent, Gotze was finally able to go out for activities.Of course, Royce pushed him out in a wheelchair.

Gotze's leg has been injured for more than two months. Strictly speaking, the fracture has healed, but for some reason, he still can't walk normally, as if it wasn't his own leg.In order to confirm that Gotze was not unable to act due to a psychological barrier, Muller came here to give him a psychological treatment.After signaling Müller to find an excuse to dismiss Reuss, Gotze told him the truth—the other Mario disappeared.

After the imprisoned consciousness disappeared, the feeling of emptiness stayed with him.Since then, Gotze has been unable to control his limbs very well. It seems that when his brain is conveying instructions to the limbs, they all agree reluctantly, and the execution is slow and vague.

This time, Muller did not dare to hypnotize Gotze rashly, and the hypnosis equipment was still not available in his hospital.Muller had no choice but to comfort him by saying that this was a sequela of the accident, which would cause some mental damage, and maybe he would recover after a while.

Neuer also came a few times during this period.He has returned to that taciturn high-cold state, and it seems that since the last attempt failed, his enthusiasm has also been extinguished with Gotze's injury.Every time Neuer came, he simply told Gotze about the progress of his research, although most of the time there was no progress.And Gotze has to emphasize every time that his injury is not his fault, but Neuer seems to have been unable to accept this statement.

The air in the yard is very good, there is a little wind, and when it brushes the cheeks, it is as gentle as a girl.The sun is also just right, warm and warm, making people feel warm all over, making people want to sleep with this warmth.

Gotze closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying the rare outdoor time.

The air is full of the slightly damp grassy smell after the rain, which reminds him of the green field that he has been away from for a long time.At this time last year, he was still able to sweat on the grass because of filming, and before that, it was his very short player career that he missed so much-if he was trapped in this world forever, then his player career Just before getting hit by that damn football.

He thought again of Royce from the other world and that awkward meeting during the summer break.If he really can't go back, then he will never be able to explain to Royce himself.

The smile disappeared from Gotze's face, and at that moment he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.That feeling was intertwined with the emptiness that had accompanied him in the past few months, and he was almost knocked down by fate.

At that moment he thought of giving up.

The other Mario is gone, and Marco still loves "Mario" and "Marco" himself.So if you can't go back...if you don't go back...

Gotze was terrified of himself.

When did I start having such horrible thoughts?How can I occupy the feelings that belong to another person in vain?

"Why not? Now it's just you, Mario!" The little red devil holding a trident came back.

However, another figure with flapping white wings did not appear. It seemed that the little devil had won the battle this time.

No, I can't... Gotze said in his heart.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of being found out? Or are you afraid of having a bad conscience? Come on, let your sense of responsibility go to hell, you can obviously live better!" The little devil yelled, raising his little red tail.

no.Gotze replied with a straight face.

"The gentleman Mario!" the little devil said bitterly, "Look, what a pure and noble human being! Poor Marco, he will spend his whole life facing a wood who cannot accept his feelings!"

Shut up!Gotze yelled in his heart.

The imp giggled and disappeared.

The temperature on his face suddenly cooled down.Gotze opened his eyes and found that it was Royce who had returned and was looking at him in front of him.

Royce turned his back to the sun, which cast a cool shadow in front of him.Gotze looked up from the shadows, and Royce's blond hair was shining in the sun, and his golden eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of some rare butterfly.And his eyes, faded from golden brown due to lack of sunlight, are now showing the original dark green, deep and pure, as if rippling the entire Milky Way.

Gotze blinked, those starlights were still there, and they were too beautiful to describe.

Royce looked at Gotze with a complicated expression as if he wanted to say something.However, he didn't say anything, just bent down and gently wrapped Gotze in his arms in the wheelchair.

Gotze didn't move. At that moment he seemed to need a hug to comfort him, and Royce did just that.

Royce closed his eyes and let the soft hug last for a while, then whispered softly in Gotze's ear, "Sunny, don't give up."

Gotze suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Marco?How could he know what I was thinking just now?

Or... just a coincidence?

Fortunately, Royce let him go and gave him an encouraging smile: "Your leg will be fine, don't give up on yourself."

"You're right, Marco." Goetze breathed a sigh of relief and responded with a smile, "Let's go back to recover."

Yet Royce's embrace seems to have had a miraculous effect.Gotze felt a warm current pouring in from the shoulder that had just been touched: first the upper body, then the hands and feet, until all the limbs were filled with that warmth—he suddenly found that the feeling of emptiness had disappeared, In its place was a sense of satisfaction never felt before.

It was as if all the strength that had been evacuated suddenly came back.

Gotze tried to command his injured leg, refraining from showing the ecstasy on his face after discovering that the order was carried out without error.

"Maybe I still need to get some sleep before then," he said quietly.

Close your eyes and return to your half-dream state, then mentally visualize the seven steps.

The whole process was completed in one go, and Gotze successfully saw the grass at the bottom of the steps and the fork in front of the grass.

The sea water had receded to the other end of the gravel road, beating at a constant frequency.Goetze walked forward, the grass under his feet still felt wet from being soaked in water, and then he saw the familiar figure at the fork in the road.

"Hi." The face exactly the same as Gotze raised his face and greeted weakly.

"What's wrong with you?" Gotze asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, I just fell asleep suddenly."

"Hibernation?"

"Yes, it seems that your unsuccessful attempt hurt my vitality, and I was sealed up uncontrollably." The other party nodded and said, "Fortunately, after these two months, I have recovered some strength. This is the only way to escape from that dark place."

"Is it a place where you feel nothing but darkness?"

The other party nodded again.

"When I was hypnotized before, I was also enclosed in it."

"It's a good thing you didn't stay inside for too long, otherwise you would be as weak as I am now."

"If I had known you would be like this... I would not have promised Manu to make that attempt..." Gotze said ruefully.

"We have to try, otherwise how do we know it won't work? Fortunately, I have come out now." The other party patted the open space beside him and motioned Gotze to sit down, "And I seem to feel that it was Marco who pulled me out of there Yes, I feel that way. The warmth is simply too