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５ 𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉

He's so adorable sksksksksksksksk (I'll start adding cute pics here)

Finland was my escape, I always knew that. But now more than ever.

I just finished one of the many calls with my parents, and this one, the same as many others, was horrible. As always when we talk about my migration here, my mother was disappointed and disapproving of my actions. I would understand if there was a valid reason, but no, it was plainly because I didn't move to a southern country, such as Greece or Italy, so she could come to visit and go on vacation all in one. I know, what a horrible woman.

She's one of the main reasons why I moved here. First, because I love Northern countries cause of the weather. Second, because she absolutely hates cold weather. And third, because I always wanted to live in a more developed country than my own.

But enough about that excuse for a mother. She was horrible, but my father was and is my favorite person on the whole earth and I love him to pieces. He was always there to support me and was the one to talk me into moving from that shit hole I called home. I mean don't get me wrong, I love Serbia as a country, but hate for some of the people there overcome my love for it. I will always come back, but never near them.

This one call made me realize how much moving here helped me. It distanced me from some toxic people, gave me a lot of opportunities for life, found me some lifelong friendships, and that's maybe the most important part. I will forever be grateful for the six boys who became my best friends, and my family, after only a year.

Now that I mentioned my best friends, the one that stands out is definitely Joonas. He was the first friend I found her. He was there when I looked for a job, when I had a hard time with my anxiety because of my job, he was there when my mother implanted some very dark thoughts in my head on many occasions, and I will forever be thankful for that.

Speaking of the devil, he just entered my house. It's October and the weather got really chilly, so it took him around two minutes to take off his boots and coat. Then he marched in and greeted me properly.

"Hello, my dear best friend! How are you this fine evening?" His antics make me chuckle.

"Oh just peachy!" I replied sarcastically, which let him know that no, I'm not okay at all. He frowned at my words and immediately appeared at my side, taking a seat on the couch.

"What happened?" He asked, worry lacing his voice.

"I just had a lovely chat with my parents," I told him with an obviously fake smile.

He knew what that meant, and instead of saying anything, he pulled me in a tight embrace. I hugged him back even more tightly.

Maybe it seems like nothing unusual for us to hug, but this one meant a lot more than just a friendly hug. This embrace let me know that I'm not alone here and that he is here to support me no matter what. Again, he is definitely my best friend in the whole world.

"What did she say?" He asked gently while still holding me in his arms.

"You know the usual, that I'm a cold and uncaring person, that she gave me everything and this is how I repay her. Nothing new." I gave him an answer with a cold tone, but he knew I was trying hard to hold myself together.

He pulled away just enough to look at my face. "You know that's not true. I'm sure your Dad said something good!"

"Yeah, he did," I said smiling at thoughts of him. "He told me he loves me and to don't listen to her. Also, he said he'll visit soon!" The last sentence made me grin.

Joonas grinned in return and kissed my cheeks and my forehead. "There is the smile! I can't wait to meet him!"

I blushed at all the attention I was getting, which made Joonas' grin widen. It's been a long since he started 'getting me used to attention', but it's kinda hard. I was never cuddly kind of person, but I guess if you wanna be friends with Joonas you don't have many options.