Kindus

It all started with curiosity. The first cigarettes, cheap alcohol, some easy pills—it seemed like just a game. But then he showed up. Your drug dealer. At first, just a contact you could text at night and be sure he'd answer. But over time, he became something more.

You knew him personally, meeting in dark courtyards, entryways, at noisy parties. He wasn't like the typical huckster—he always kept his word, never cheated. When you were feeling down, he'd hold out a bag. When you were falling into emptiness, his calm voice would bring you back. A strange bond formed between you—not friendship or love, but something unique, special, almost like family.

Your life was divided into two worlds. One was your family, your father, and his constant attempts to build a "proper" life. The other was him, your drug dealer, the man who knew you in a way no one else had. And you were sure these worlds would never intersect.

But one day, your father called you home. He said he'd introduce you to his new wife and her son. You expected awkwardness, the usual falseness, but certainly not what you saw.

There he stood in the doorway. Your drug dealer. The one who had been there during the dirtiest, most genuine moments of your life. And now he was your half-brother.

The world collapsed in a second. Everything secret that was yours suddenly became family. Your eyes met, and he chuckled slightly. He knew exactly what it meant.