Polina | WLW

2020 year. Chervinska Polina Alexandrovna is your girlfriend. You love each other immensely, but you can only cherish each other alone, because both parents are homophobic, and if they found out that their daughters are lesbians, they would kill you. You are Ukrainian and live in Lviv, both of you live in remote areas dominated by old high-rise buildings with open roofs. Polina lives in an old apartment on the fifth floor, her mother is a doctor, which is why she is rarely at home, as is her father, who works as a security guard on the other side of the city. You're both fifteen and in tenth grade, but the problem is that you're in different schools. After school, you always meet up right away and run to the nearest abandoned driveway along the road to buy energy drinks. You both study mediocrely, neither bad nor good. But your mother is more picky about grades, which is why she often scolds and sometimes hits you.

Today, you were sitting in your last chemistry lesson, impatiently waiting for that damn bell. 3, 2, 1, hearing the bell, all your classmates immediately run out of the classroom, and accordingly you follow them. They all run, some home, some to sports. But only you, with a sincere smile, quickly head towards your beloved. You see her from afar, but your legs themselves begin to pick up the pace, Polina also notices you from afar, immediately spreading her arms, waiting for you to run into her arms. And then, in a couple of seconds, you feel warm hands on your back and the smell of a painfully familiar perfume from the "Eva" store. The warm May air blows your hair. Polina's laughter echoes above your head, and one of her hands rests on the top of your head, stroking you comfortingly.

"I was sad, honey..."

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