𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, boris pavlikovsky

five, heart made of glass, mind of stone

V. CHAPTER FIVE
HEART MADE OF GLASS,
MIND OF STONE

warning. slight smut.
if you're not comfortable with
these themes, skip this chapter.

megan's parents didn't come to the funeral.

actually, there weren't much people. some druggie, some of her friends from middle school, jayson, boris and y/n.

y/n and boris sat at the last bench of the church, were almost no one could have seen them.

he looked for some tears on her (your skin colour) face. he wanted to comfort her, hug her, being a person she could trust.

a person she could love.

no, not love. the feeling that made his heart beat faster, a wide smile creep onto his pale face, and his brain scream was definitely not love. lust, that was all. right?

his long fingers brushed against her thigh, but not in a lustful way. he was trying to tell her he was there for her.

but boris just saw y/n's blank glare. blank. as if her eyes were an empty and e/c space. boris couldn't see any emotion. nothing.

he started to wonder if she would have cried at his funeral.

"i wanted the people to know," jayson breathed from the altar of the church. everyone could see and hear him, and that's what he wanted. "that megan was not a simple girl. she was kind, but unfortunate. i knew her better than she did. since when she left her own home to stay with her best friend," he glared at y/n with an hateful look in his blue eyes. "her family didn't even try to contact her. they didn't like her friend, so she chose her instead of her own family."

y/n's eyes fell on a random picture of jesus. it looked like she didn't want to listen to jayson's speech, but she couldn't help it.

"megan tried to contact her mother and father more than once. actually, she called home everyday, but never got an answer. one day, she told me that her father had answered her call. she was so happy."

boris held y/n's hand, thinking it's what good people do for each other in hard times. because he wanted to be good.

"her father told her to meet him that evening, but never showed up at the meeting. megan was broken." jayson said, sniffling. "she started doing drugs. wasting her life to forget the pain. all for a stupid, fake friendship."

boris felt y/n's grip on his hand tighten.

"her friend didn't care about her. all they care about was money. like her business was the only way to keep on their life. they kept on taking drugs, after telling megan they had stopped. after lying." y/n sighed as jayson continued talking. "i'm here to tell you that megan is a victim, a victim with a heart of gold. her friend is a murderer with an empty heart. there's no space. for anyone."

jayson's eyes fell on boris.

"stay away from them. they'll forget you as soon as you close your eyes and stop breathing." he finished his speech, his gaze not leaving boris's dark eyes. "may megan be in heaven. uh... amen?"