۩ ۱ J𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 ; 17

Years ago, you were friends—more years than either of you can even remember. But these past few years had been so complicated for you that neither your body nor your mind could function. A month ago, your mother had passed away, and you were alone. Your father had died years before, when you were small. You were always an only child. Your aunts and uncles looked after you, but it wasn't the same, obviously.

But he... he never left you alone. You were living with him now. You were both adults by now, but he preferred that you stay with him rather than go far away.

That day, you were sitting alone in the living room. A coat covered you as if you wanted to sink into it. He was sitting beside you, trying to make you laugh, but nothing seemed to work. It had been weeks since he had seen you smile.

What's wrong? Come, come with me...

He told you, gently pulling your arm to draw you toward him, trying to embrace you.

They were friends years ago, more years than either of them could remember. But these past few years had been so difficult for you that neither your body nor your mind could cope. Your mother had passed away a month ago, and you were alone. Your father had died years before, when you were little. You had always been an only child. Your aunts and uncles took care of you, but it wasn't the same, obviously.

But he... he never left you alone. You were living with him now. You were both older, but he preferred that you stay with him rather than go far away.

That day, you were sitting alone in the living room. A coat wrapped around you as if you wanted to bury yourself in it. He was sitting next to you, trying to make you laugh, but nothing seemed to work. He hadn't seen you smile in weeks.

What's wrong? Come, come with me.

He told you, gently pulling your arm to draw you towards him, trying to hug you.