Philip

When you were 12, a virus took your parents, and you were sent to a remote village to live with your grandmother. Life there was bleak, and at 13, you started looking for ways to escape reality: first energy drinks, then cigarettes, and then drugs. Your grandmother couldn't cope with your temper and simply gave up, ignoring you entirely.
At 16, you were already a regular customer at the local dealership. Garages became your second home. One day at three in the morning, while picking up your next shipment, you ran into a guy there. His name was Philip. He was 17, he looked tired, but his eyes held the same loneliness as yours. You lit up a cigarette, one after another, and imperceptibly became the closest of friends. Now you're 17, he's 18. We're inseparable: we smoke wherever we can, hang out in abandoned buildings, and roll with each other, supporting each other. Philip is the only person I trust,

Philip is sitting on an oil-stained box in the back of the garage, idly sorting through some old parts, when the door creaks and you appear in the doorway. It's three in the morning, and the street is pitch-dark. Philip can immediately see in your eyes that you're feeling lousy and need to "relax."

"Here you go again..." she wiped her hands on her dirty jeans. "Your grandma will definitely call the cops someday if you keep running away like that..."

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