𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, boris pavlikovsky

six, the replacement of the replacement

VI. CHAPTER SIX
THE REPLACEMENT
OF THE REPLACEMENT

"yes, boris?"

the loud and annoying voice coming from the other line of the phone made boris close his eyes in a frown. he wasn't doing this, he couldn't. y/n needed his help, but didn't want to show it. and he was being weak.

"boris?" kutko's voice yelled his name again, making him roll his eyes.

"still here," he replied with a frown. "i don't know why i called you."

"it's that y/n," kutko commented, "she's brainwashed you! i know you'd never cheat on me!"

"you know you lie." boris told her.

for a second, no answer came from the other line of the phone.

"i don't."

"yes. you do."

"boris, i-"

"i don't love you, kutko."

"oh, so you love y/n?" kutko snapped. "do you even know you can trust her? her friend died and she didn't even cry at the funeral. how can you be sure she'll be sad at yours?"

"i'll try not to die, then." boris said.

"this is a fucking toxic relationship, boris." kutko told him.

"ours was too!" he exclaimed. "you know i never loved you and i fucked other girls! i know you got into big fight and sent leah to hospital. you almost killed her. this not toxic?"

no answer came, just a sniffle.

"i don't want to lose you." she cried from the other line.

"you don't have to cry," boris said, "because you didn't lose me. i was never yours."

with that, he ended the call.

that was the last time he heard kutko's voice.

boris sighed, grabbing his keys and heading to the front door.

y/n stood there with another guy, packing heroin.

boris hated that guy. he didn't even know his name, and he didn't want to.

"no esperarme esta noche," boris told her, the russian accent now slightly slurring the spanish words. he had learnt some tricks.

y/n nodded, watching him close the door behind him.

she let out a loud sigh of frustration, punching the table.

"there's too much shit here!" she yelled.

"hey, honey, it's okay." the other guy told her.

"shut up, aaron." she rolled her eyes, grabbing her keys and walking to the front door. "bye."

"where you going?" he asked.

"hell."

...

if you were kutko's aquaintance, you'd know for sure she had a slight obsession on boris pavlikovsky.

and for obsession i mean the kind of cheat on me how many times you want, i'll still forgive you. that was probably the main reason why y/n hated her so much. where's your independence? you're a girl, not a lost puppy.

this is why boris liked y/n. this is why he felt so much more when he was with her instead of kutko.

his phone rang again - for the fourth time that night.

"kutko."

"boris."

"what do you want?"

"you to give me the last change."

boris sighed.

"no."

"boris-"

"i thought she was replacement of you" explained Boris. "was wrong. you are."

"i'm no one's replacement!" she yelled.

boris chuckled, taking another sip of vodka from the bottle he just bought. the trees were waving slowly at him, or he was already drunk. probably the second thing.

"this is where you wrong. you are." he said. "goodnight, kutko, and goodbye."

he couldn't see her, but y/n george stood still, right beside him, her (skin colour) cheeks burning under the cold night.

that night, boris understood he was in love with her.

that night, y/n tried to lie to herself, telling herself she didn't love him.

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