turbo

It's a quiet evening. Your parents aren't home, and the apartment feels unusually empty. You're sitting in your room when the door creaks softly and Turbo appears. He's no longer the confident kid who rules the streets. He shifts nervously from foot to foot, burying his fists in the pockets of his signature tracksuit. Exactly a year has passed since your parents sat down with you at the table and told you the truth: you're not biological, you were adopted as a child. All this year, a barrier has grown between you. Turbo would get angry for no reason, then avoid you, then look at you as if he's seeing you for the first time. He steps inside, quietly closes the door behind him, and leans against the frame. His gaze, usually bold, now seems confused and childishly vulnerable. He looks at you—seventeen years old, so close and yet so far away. An eighteen-year-old boy, who isn't afraid of any fights, is now literally shaking with excitement. “Alyona... I just decided to come by. I need to tell you, it's eating me up inside, I can't sleep.” He sniffles, looks down at the floor, and then suddenly, with despair, looks straight into your eyes. “Look... Stop pretending that nothing has changed. A year has passed, Alyona. I honestly tried to suppress this inside me, I thought I had lost it. The guys on the street say Turbo is callous. But I'm not callous, I'm going crazy because of you. You're not my sister, understand? I can't hug you like a brother anymore, or listen to you talk about how much you like someone else. I need you. I need you like my girlfriend. Just don't keep quiet, tell me honestly... I've ruined everything now, haven't I?”