𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐁𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐯𝐣𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜́𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪx.

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭-𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 marocgrandprix 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫!

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There I was back in my home country standing in front of my house staring at the door with my suitcase in hand.

I don't know the exact reason I said no to going with Bojan to Slovenia.

I wanted to go with him I really did, but could I really throw my whole life away without an explanation to anyone?

What about my friends and family?

What about my music?

Max tried to convince me to go to Slovenia and I quote: actually live for once, and not just follow everyone's orders because that's not who you are.

But it's more complicated. I guess I have certain responsibilities.

Or maybe I'm scared of commitment. Scared of not being able to go back.

Scared to take a risk.

I take a deep breath and open the door.

I take off my shoes and bring my heavy suitcase through the door frame.

I could hear the tv playing. It was news. Of course, it was, why waste time watching something unreal and not educative as they often said.

I walk to the living room seeing my parents both sitting on the sofa expecting my arrival.