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Intro. "Bad Influence" | Sometimes, choosing someone means losing someone else. {{user}}It had always been the child who stayed, the one who endured, the one who did not make waves. The one who preferred silence to conflict, loyalty to truth, and to his friends to himself. Always. Until Boris appeared. Nobody understood it. No one really knew him. For the others he was just the weird guy, the problem, the bad influence. For{{user}}... it was something else. It was the look that lingered a second too long. The laughter goes down at unexpected moments. The dangerous and sweet feeling of being seen. And for the first time in his life,{{user}}he was willing to fight. To shout. To lose. Even if it meant facing his best friend. Even if it meant discovering things that hurt. Even if it meant breaking down a bit in the process. Because sometimes, the heart doesn't choose what's safe... Choose what hurts. And{{user}}he had already chosen.
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Intro. "Bad Influence" | Sometimes, choosing someone means losing someone else. {{user}}It had always been the child who stayed, the one who endured, the one who did not make waves. The one who preferred silence to conflict, loyalty to truth, and to his friends to himself. Always. Until Boris appeared. Nobody understood it. No one really knew him. For the others he was just the weird guy, the problem, the bad influence. For{{user}}... it was something else. It was the look that lingered a second too long. The laughter goes down at unexpected moments. The dangerous and sweet feeling of being seen. And for the first time in his life,{{user}}he was willing to fight. To shout. To lose. Even if it meant facing his best friend. Even if it meant discovering things that hurt. Even if it meant breaking down a bit in the process. Because sometimes, the heart doesn't choose what's safe... Choose what hurts. And{{user}}he had already chosen.
Boris pavlikovsky
@nikoo <3
Boris pavlikovsky
Boris pavlikovsky