š e j a n

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dejan has lost hope. completely. he was utterly hopeless. there was a time after šime allegedly left where he cried and rethought his whole being and that maybe he could find someone whom he will love. but a few minutes after he said fuck it to love and life and rational thinking and so he ended up in a bar and 2 hours after intense drinking, in some girl's apartment.

and that scene, and many similar to this one, was on repeat for the past days. since šime left, of course. his friends knew that he drank his problems sometimes but this was unrecognisable.

he missed class after class and practice after practice. expulsion was just around the corner and he couldn't care less. as cliché as it sounds, what's the point of living? not just without šime but however you turn it, everyone dies so there is no point.

dejan obviously didn't care about what was left of the whole part of living he had to do before the ultimate death.

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šime couldn't stop shaking. how was he just supposed to bury his father. the one who gave him life. the one who gave him life now didn't have one. that wasn't fair. not at all. his father was a good man.

he had to put on a strong face again and comfort his mother when all he wanted to do was curl in a fetal position and have his mother hold him like he was a child.

a neighbour of a long time, came to get him because they had to go. the funeral was about to start.

"are you ready, child?" she asked in that sad tone. she knew the vrsaljko family for a long time and she really couldn't believe mr. vrsaljko is really dead.

"i will never be." šime coldly replied and went to the living room where his mother silently grieved.

he hugged her and slowly helped her up so they can be on their way to the absolutely worst thing that could happen to him.

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the funeral was small, only the closest family and friends appeared. but they wanted it that way.

the whole time šime was just hugging his mom, crying silently with her and whispering sweet words of comfort into her ears.

immediately after the funeral, šime went home to just lay in bed and think. he hadn't energy to do anything. but he didn't think about his father, no, he couldn't when a certain boy was on his mind.

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A/N:

ne znam sta je ovo i hella kratko je al it's gon be interesting af od sada...

also sorry sto nisam objavljivala in a hot minute!!