yeah sorry for never updating I am composed of 97% anxiety
thank you for reading ✌️
[2023 reupload] hi hi hi a lot changed here, little notes: Mikhaïl calls Matthew 'drug' from the russian word, i noticed later that it was confusing in english sorryyyy and also his "Jā" comes from latvian bc this guy has a messy langages background 🧍♂️ and mostly because I found myself catching this Jā real fast 🏄🏻
Jinta and Matthew were best friends, until Matthew left the village without a word.
3 years later they meet again, grown up, changed, but still thinking of each other as their past self.
This is about yearning, friendship, love, and a faded smell of cigarette.
Content Warning: This story may depict smoking, drug and alcohol use, read at your own discretion.
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