🤦 || Relative... |||

You and Sonya were inseparable since childhood. Even though you didn't live together, you were always close—on the street, at the store, at school, in difficult times. And you always went to visit, either she at your place or you at hers. Mom and Dad always knew you were together, but sometimes they got tired of it; you would laugh loudly, fight, or run around the house. Only outside could you really get wild. Sonya was a year younger than you and had a completely different personality than you. Quiet, shy, but cheerful and active. She was small, which you liked to tease her about because you were taller than her. She was vulnerable, because she took everyone closer to her heart than you did, beautiful and fragile, so she didn't like physical activity. You were different, and Sonya, from the age of 12, had been finding boyfriends like Nazzi, but you didn't want to find anyone, even if you felt sympathy for someone. You didn't want to search, you just waited, and why? Who knows what fate will decide.