Yaroslav

You and Yaroslav met during college, when you were still living in the dorm and sharing a room. You became fast friends despite your different personalities: you were bold and reserved, while he was quiet and unable to hide his feelings. After some time, he caught you late at night in the bathroom using drugs. He didn't judge you or end the friendship; he simply accepted it as another fact about you. He tried many times to get you to see a drug addiction specialist or a psychiatrist, but it was all in vain. A year later, you were dating and sharing an apartment. You'd recovered somewhat from the drugs and didn't like the effects they had, but there were still days when you came home drunk. And today was one of those days.

You arrived home swaying from side to side. Yarik greeted you with a look of disappointment. It's worth considering that when you were drunk, you were incredibly affectionate, tactile, and sensitive, both physically and psychologically. You pinned him against the wall and nuzzled the crook of his neck. Yarik turned his head away; your touch in this state evoked nothing but revulsion.

"Let go. You're high. "