My own pathetic figure writhing on the floor, crying for Tosya. The smell of gasoline inside a pitch-black body shop. A shattered window leaving painful cuts. Apologising to everyone's parents. My dad getting fed up with my hysterics. My mother's sad, embarrassed face.
[ Я ТЕБЯ ЛЮБЛЮ. Я ТЕБЯ ЛЮБЛЮ. Я ТЕБЯ ЛЮБЛЮ ]
[ I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. ]
Weeks passed. My life didn't exactly change.
I went to school the same way, I sat through the lessons, then went to the store, then to the library or for a walk, and then, when it got dark, I headed home. Day after day.
My own pathetic figure writhing on the floor, crying for Tosya. The smell of gasoline inside a pitch-black body shop. A shattered window leaving painful cuts. Apologising to everyone's parents. My dad getting fed up with my hysterics. My mother's sad, embarrassed face.
I hug her, and she hugs me back. Her hand reaches up and pats my hair.
There's nothing to that gesture. It's like she moves on autopilot. That's okay... That's okay...
You're awesome sauce.
Don't say that
Im a stupid Mada facka
- Anything else?
- N-no... I mean, yes. I'm... I'm sorry that you got in trouble.
- Huh?
- Well, I figured you... I heard you got into a lot of trouble after that. You know, when Garin read my stupid poetry.
I'm sorry for that.
My eyes keep snapping to the doorway. It's empty, of course.
What am I waiting for? Even if she showed up, what would she do? Mug him in front of everyone?
...Hehe. That would be really funny...
Hey! Stop thinking that! Maybe he really did forget. Who knows?
- So far what I've learned about you is that you're into acting, lying, and playing games.
- What's your point?
- That you're either full of imagination or full of shit.
- Hmm. Let me know when you figure out which one.
... I wish Ira were here.
// wait fuck im literally in the middle of replaying bsoup
// guess who's gonna replay z.a.t.o
It gets harder every day......
(Saw her yesterday) I miss Marina.
I hug her, and she hugs me back. Her hand reaches up and pats my hair.
There's nothing to that gesture. It's like she moves on autopilot. That's okay... That's okay...
I need to hold my breath, I need to steady myself. Was this how I imagined it? The liquid in my teacup twists and swirls. Is this how it's supposed to be? The steam rises up to my eyes, clouding my vision. Is this what all of this amounts to? The tea smells nice.
You should be smiling, too. Aren't you excited? Aren't you happy? You're going to be free.
"What if," "what if," "what if." It wasn't real... so, it doesn't matter.
// using a subtle manipulation tactic called "showing you something" in order to make you want to play this game
// FAKEST IDGAFER EVER
// the FAKEST idgafer
Not paying any mind to the commotion that has filled the classroom, Ira storms towards Garin. Her face is contorted with rage.
Before he can react, she rips the notepad from his hand and slams it on my desk. I hastily grab onto it.
IRA: Read that again and I'll kick your teeth in.
// this shit's so gayyy. fake idgafer
It's almost like she's still here...
Im still alive?
I
Asya looking down at her shirt nervously. It says "СПОРТ"
// her shirt that just says "SPORT" is very important to me