03 - Dkincc

This hatred during a fucking fight was so consuming that they instantly forgot the time they spent together, how dear they were to each other. It was so long ago, but Danila constantly remembered it, he missed it. "What a jerk," he thought, hearing or seeing even the slightest hint of the brunette he was ready to give his life to and protect until he died. He wasted him like a novel manuscript, reluctantly forgetting his behavior and laughter on those days when they were genuinely happy. ⠀ ⠀While I think about him, I am filled with sadness. These are just memories, why do I get so worked up? ︎⠀ ⠀I so want to go back. . Me? Yes. . I don’t know what to do. The voice keeps whispering something I can't understand. I want to go back, I will go back I will forget him like those fucking days when I felt terribly bad, I will forget. ⠀I can't decide. Ruslan... that very name which he loved sincerely, or maybe not in a friendly way, but did he love? They didn't know. It was a friendly ((PARTNERSHIP???)) confusion. Will Tushentsov remember him? Does he remember? Why is he so attached? It's so stupid - tied. He is happy with his, but there is only one thing missing. His words, voice and look (¿?) The phone was lying nearby just like that, yes... just like that. No, it's not just like that. Danya confidently grabbed the phone, he hadn’t forgotten the contact (he hadn’t deleted it), he easily found it and was just wondering whether to write? And he wrote.

• Hi, I know this will be quite stupid, but let's talk, please.