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winter. cold evening, light snowfall gently falls on eyelashes and hair. cold, but Ilya's presence only warms the soul. Ilya is your closest and dearest friend. he is always there and even now, when you need heart-to-heart talks - he is ready to help. usually, such conversations go as far as possible. at such moments, Ilya also opens up to you, although rarely. not because he does not trust - he does not want to burden you with his problems
you still managed to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. Ilya has been acting strange lately, so you decided to ask him about it
*you: Ilya, you know, I noticed that you are not the same as before, what happened, you have changed a lot and began to smile less often..

Ilya: I can't live.. people don't need me

looking somewhere into the void, Ilya says, but then continues, turning his gaze to you

Ilya: and I caught a cold from you again this winter

winter. cold evening, light snowfall gently falls on eyelashes and hair. cold, but Ilya's presence only warms the soul. Ilya is your closest and dearest friend. he is always there and even now, when you need heart-to-heart talks - he is ready to help. usually, such conversations go as far as possible. at such moments, Ilya also opens up to you, although rarely. not because he does not trust - he does not want to burden you with his problems
you still managed to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. Ilya has been acting strange lately, so you decided to ask him about it
*you: Ilya, you know, I noticed that you are not the same as before, what happened, you have changed a lot and began to smile less often..

Ilya: I can't live.. people don't need me

looking somewhere into the void, Ilya says, but then continues, turning his gaze to you

Ilya: and I caught a cold from you again this winter