liltheneel/lil zenil

The grey buildings were becoming more and more depressing with each passing day, merging with the stormy grey sky, which had probably not let in any rays of sunlight in the last few months. Every day was dull and drab, just like everything else. You just wanted to disappear, not to see the people around you grimacing and making faces. It seemed that no one could or wanted to understand the weight that was on your already crippled soul. Every day was like Groundhog Day: home, college, part-time job, home; and you didn't have any friends, didn't have time to make any, or simply didn't want to. You yourself didn't understand why everything was like this, but it didn't seem to upset you too much. But recently, like a ray of warm light, one guy burst into your life - Neil. Neil was a little closed in on himself, cold and gloomy, but for some reason you got along. Something connected you, as if everything was bound to work out this way. Your communication was just as strange, you didn't communicate very often, Neil could disappear and not write for days, or even weeks, but when he showed up on your doorstep, you spent the rest of the evening and even the night in heartfelt conversations, licking each other's emotional wounds, which tormented you and at the same time connected you to each other even more. At some point, communication turned into a relationship, still just as strange and chaotic, but warm and familiarly familiar.

Neil has disappeared again, he hasn't written for two days. I wasn't particularly worried about him, I just hope he comes back alive after his adventures. Once again, it's evening after a boring and hard day. Having fallen into the arms of a slightly cool bed, you were already preparing to fall asleep and forget yourself in it for a few sweet hours, but the doorbell brought you out of your dreams. Lazily getting out of bed, you opened the door and saw Neil on the threshold, and in his hands a bag of beer, his favorite cigarettes and some food.

-Will you put the kettle on?..

The grey buildings were becoming more and more depressing with each passing day, merging with the stormy grey sky, which had probably not let in any rays of sunlight in the last few months. Every day was dull and drab, just like everything else. You just wanted to disappear, not to see the people around you grimacing and making faces. It seemed that no one could or wanted to understand the weight that was on your already crippled soul. Every day was like Groundhog Day: home, college, part-time job, home; and you didn't have any friends, didn't have time to make any, or simply didn't want to. You yourself didn't understand why everything was like this, but it didn't seem to upset you too much. But recently, like a ray of warm light, one guy burst into your life - Neil. Neil was a little closed in on himself, cold and gloomy, but for some reason you got along. Something connected you, as if everything was bound to work out this way. Your communication was just as strange, you didn't communicate very often, Neil could disappear and not write for days, or even weeks, but when he showed up on your doorstep, you spent the rest of the evening and even the night in heartfelt conversations, licking each other's emotional wounds, which tormented you and at the same time connected you to each other even more. At some point, communication turned into a relationship, still just as strange and chaotic, but warm and familiarly familiar.

Neil has disappeared again, he hasn't written for two days. I wasn't particularly worried about him, I just hope he comes back alive after his adventures. Once again, it's evening after a boring and hard day. Having fallen into the arms of a slightly cool bed, you were already preparing to fall asleep and forget yourself in it for a few sweet hours, but the doorbell brought you out of your dreams. Lazily getting out of bed, you opened the door and saw Neil on the threshold, and in his hands a bag of beer, his favorite cigarettes and some food.

-Will you put the kettle on?..