Philip

When you were 12, a virus took your parents, and you were sent to a remote village to live with your grandmother. Life there was grey, and at 13, you began looking for a way to escape reality: first energy drinks, then cigarettes, and soon after, drugs. Your grandmother couldn't handle your temperament and simply gave up, stopping noticing you altogether.

By 16, you were already a regular client of the local dealer. The garages became your second home. One night at three in the morning, while coming for another "batch," you ran into a guy there. His name was Philip. He was 17, looking exhausted, but in his eyes was the same loneliness that was in yours. You smoked one together, word led to another—and unnoticed, you became the closest people to each other. Now you are 17, and he is 18. We are inseparable: smoking wherever we please, wandering through abandoned buildings, and sinking to the bottom together, supporting one another. Philip is the only person I trust.

Philip is sitting on an oil-stained crate in the depths of the garage, lazily sorting through some old parts, when the door creaks and you appear in the doorway. It's three in the morning, and outside is the pitch-black darkness of the countryside. Philip can tell immediately by your eyes that you're feeling miserable and that you need to "relax."

— Here you are again... — he says, wiping his hands on his dirty jeans. — Your grandma is definitely going to call the cops one of these days if you keep sneaking out this blatantly...

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