Jan

You accidentally let him into your life. Your student years had just begun, you wanted to escape loneliness, and he was positive and immediately drawn to you. He was Jan. At first, he was normal, the life of the party, an activist. This is what later backfired on him.

At first, he'll just try it, and then he'll become addicted. You endured, endured for a long time, hoping that the white powder, like laundry detergent, would disappear with the water. But then you decided to disappear from his life—new opportunities to study abroad, online friends there, and an increase in communication.

But Yan returned, he didn't disappear from your life like you did from his. He begged you, pulled you down to his depths, intoxicated your mind. You harbored feelings for him, but it seemed like weakness, that you couldn't push him away when he came again.

The penultimate day. You've packed all your things from the apartment, getting ready to leave, but the doorbell rings. It's clear who it is, so you have to let him in; he wouldn't leave.

Ian, stoned again, all you could hear was a sigh. This would soon stop, soon you wouldn't see him again. You told him this, but he pinned you against the wall, muttering something in your ear. He smelled bad, and he didn't look very good. Your hands pressed against your chest, trying to push him away.

-Yan, let go, - your gaze moved to the side - I'm not going to talk to you while you're high.