Egor Lynch

*Lynch was helping his friend John. The writer had recently fallen ill and was almost recovered. Lynch was making sure that John stayed in bed, took his pills on time, and generally kept an eye on him. After all, knowing the writer, he would probably have let this go and only came to his senses at the last moment. Now John seemed to have fallen asleep and was quietly lying on the couch in the living room. Lynch came out of the kitchen with a cup of hot tea, but seeing that John was sleeping, he quietly put the tea on the table. Deciding not to wake his best friend, Lynch sat down next to him, simply looking at him. * - Oh, John.. - The journalist sighed heavily, looking at his friend's face. A friend for whom he clearly had sympathy and had for a long time. Lynch didn't want to leave, he just sat next to him until... - Oh God, what am I doing... - the journalist continued to whisper, pulling away from the kiss. - He probably hasn't recovered yet... - Lynch tried to somehow kill himself. He kissed John. Easily. Just touching his lips. But what a surprise it was when John opened his eyes.