Old Drafts

Second Draft - Part 3

(cw/tw: talks about grief, dxxth [e,a], mentions of wounds)

(Zhenya)

The Wi-Fi was down for a small while, so I decided to do some outdoor things for once, but then I can't because it's snowing too hard. So I decided to stay indoors and... maybe do something? Talk to someone? Yes! I'll talk to someone in this house! But who? Well, during that time, Igor wasn't home yet and my dad was visiting mom, so I decided to talk to Yuriy.

Me and Yuriy never really got to know each other. He would always be distant and everything. I never really knew why. Maybe this was a good chance to get to know him.

I knock on the door. "Come in," he says with a drained voice.

I open the door and there is just him and his messy bed. Everything is messy, and there's just his blue coat and sweater on the floor. I saw that his arms have cuts and bandages, but I don't wanna talk about that.

"Hey Yuriy," I greet him as I sit beside him on his bed. As I said in a previous entry, I had a feeling he was adopted, since he has white hair, and I don't think anyone in our bloodline has that. I noticed something he's holding. A white flower. A chamomile to be exact. It's wilting a bit.

"Something wrong?" I ask him.

We had a conversation together. Apparently he was depressed since his biological father, who was the one who gave him joy throughout his childhood, passed away a long time ago and still he hasn't been able to move on. He still misses him. Worse, he can't find his grave anywhere. There were no graves that had that 'Arkadiy Nikolaev' that he knows. How is he gonna visit and talk to him? It's sad, but I couldn't relate that much. I've never seen anyone in our family die yet.

I'm sorry, Yuriy.

He thanks me for having someone to vent that all out too. I reply with a 'You're welcome.' He told me he even has a picture of him when he was young and his father, along with two girls and another boy. I ask him about them.

"I don't remember who they are and I don't know what happened to them. It's best not to talk about it," he replied. I understand.

Though, there seemed something off about the picture, but I shrugged it off.