Ilya held out his hand. “Ilya Rozanov. Normal guy. Nice to meet you.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Luca shook his hand. “Luca Haas. Embarrassing fanboy.”
“I wanted to live with you like I had been dragged out of the bayou, gills to lungs, for you and you only…” oh my bickering romantic beloveds how I have missed you…
cried so much but still cant make peace with the fact that the kiind of life i envision for myself remains inaccessible due to reasons beyond my control
i think long-term stress changes people quietly. you become less expressive, less excited, more tired, more detached, until one day you barely recognize the version of yourself that existed before survival mode.