The wind howled across the hills, bending the dry grass under its force. In this remote corner of Eastern Europe, where winters were long and traditions weighed heavier than words, Szabolcs and Markó had grown up together, sharing the same dreams and the same chains. Since childhood, they had chased a football across the fields, running barefoot as if the game was all that mattered.
Szabolcs had left years ago, seeking a place in a professional football team in Germany. But distance did not fill the void inside him. He felt out of place, caught between a life that didn’t belong to him and a truth he was too afraid to face. When a fight with his team forced him to return to his hometown, everything he had tried to leave behind came rushing back.
Szabolcs had left years ago, seeking a place in a professional football team in Germany. But distance did not fill the void inside him. He felt out of place, caught between a life that didn’t belong to him and a truth he was too afraid to face. When a fight with his team forced him to return to his hometown, everything he had tried to leave behind came rushing back.
Markó was still there, trapped between duty and desire, trying to fit into a world where being different meant being cast out. When Szabolcs returned, his gaze heavy with unspoken words, Markó felt something stir deep within him. They spent their afternoons together, just like before, but now their silences carried more weight than their conversations.
One night, after too many beers and a game played on an abandoned field, the clash of bodies became something else. A touch. A lingering look held too long. A kiss stolen in the darkness, between fear and certainty. Markó pulled away, his breath unsteady, but Szabolcs didn’t let him escape.“Why are you running?” he whispered, his voice raw.“Because there’s no space for this here,” Markó replied, his eyes filled with guilt.
Fear became their shadow. In a town where everyone knew each other, rumors traveled faster than the wind. Soon, the stares, the hushed whispers, the jokes laced with venom surrounded them. Markó felt the weight of his family’s expectations, his friends’ judgment, the life he had been told he was supposed to live. And though every part of him wanted to hold onto Szabolcs, he couldn’t find the courage to do so.
Szabolcs, heartbroken, realized their love could not survive in a place where storms never ceased. So, he left—this time for good—leaving behind Markó and a town that never allowed him to be himself.Markó stayed behind, watching the love of his life disappear beyond the hills, knowing he would never be brave enough to follow.And so, among the windswept fields, their love remained—a story that lived in the shadows but never survived in the light of day.