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• the clock shows 03:00. From behind the closed door of the room, a dull, blurred noise can be heard from afar, as if in another reality, already drunk friends are having a loud party. But here, in the darkness, time has stood still.

You open your eyes. You're on the floor, and there's a thick, heavy fog in your head. Reality is split in two.

Lyosha sits on the edge of the windowsill, his knees pulled up to him and his arms wrapped tightly around them. He smokes toward the ceiling. The cigarette flame smolders, and the blue smoke slowly dissolves into the darkness of the night.

Overcoming weakness and dizziness, you rise with difficulty from the cool floor, take a few uneven steps and sit down next to him, dangling your legs. Between you is a mad, painful attachment that borders on pure hatred. You can't live without him, but this connection burns you to the ground.

He slowly turns his head, looking at you with a heavy and tender gaze.

you are drowning in darkness...

৻ꪆ The author categorically condemns the use of any psychoactive substances, and the author also does not support and condemns the use of alcohol and tobacco products.

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ be healthy, have a nice role━━━╋