In Bulgaria, a young man stood by an airport, suitcase in hand. The autumn wind blew through his woolen coat and rustled in his dark brown hair. Eyes so brown they were close to black were scanning over the entrance, before he entered without looking back.
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In Ukraine, a young man stood by an apartment, keys in hand. One eye white and one eye blue, hidden behind sunglasses, he looked at the dark green door. The keys didn't quite fit in the lock the way they used to before. Even touching the doorknob felt different, no matter how many times he used it. The inside of the apartment was still strikingly similar, however. Walls painted in muted shades, furniture made of dark wood. Marble countertops and steel lamps. It was as if he had never left. So similar, yet so different. Nothing had changed, not even the person who lived here. The person who had changed, however, was the one who was no longer by his side.
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Two men, two different lives, intertwined so recently yet so long ago. They were so different from back then, yet strikingly similar, falling into the same habits and patterns over and over again. Kostya oversleeping, Kristian burning his food, both of them thinking about the person they promised themselves to stop thinking about.
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Strangers
FanfictionSequel to my Kristya fanfic, Unbroken&Untouchable. --- Kostya and Kristian were the perfect couple, but now something has happened between them, and it is tearing them apart. Will the relationship survive their busy lives and troubled minds?
