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He points toward the house and says
"Do you not remember the floor plan?"
I look away and take a second to realize
he means the floor plan in the mansion.

There is going to be an event going on so
I don't know why I'm meeting him in a
separate room, there is always someone
paying attention to everyone's exchanges; unless it's a room that's locked because the owners didn't want anyone in it.

"Why there?" he sighs and holds his face
in the palm of his hand, he's acting like I should know all of this.

"That's a locked room, there is a door
that leads to the backyard,
go outside and wait by the small pool,
make sure you don't stand too close or
people will see you, I'll explain
more when we see each other again."

I nod and look around, sinking his words
in my mind so I won't forget,
I repeat the places over and over until it's
all I can think of. His car pulls in and
he hugs me before walking toward the car.

"Thanks for not punching me this time".
He says while smiling, I laugh and watch
him drive away.

Braxton and Ethan finally walk out and
head toward the car, they give their bags
to the driver and get in the car.
"Okay shut the fuck up!" Ethan says while rubbing his forehead.

Braxton rolls his eyes and says
"You first bitch!" I get in and sit beside
Ethan so if Braxton tries to touch
me, he can see why I would shoot him.

This is going to be annoying and if
Braxton keeps yelling, which
wouldn't shock anyone, I'll kill myself.

•~~~~~~~~~~❀❀❀~~~~~~~~~~~•

Why is it always so fucking cold here?
I mean it makes sense because it's winter
but I want to complain about it.

I know Aleksander's mom was from
America, so the question is
why did she decide to go to Russia?!

Before anyone starts I know the USA is
shitty but if she was in Florida or someplace like that she wouldn't die of hypothermia.
I would've hated adjusting to this shit.

If I'm being honest I made Aleksander
heat up his apartment when
I was there because of how cold it is.

Oh my god, he might've thrown away my clothes...that's so sad. I forgot
most of my things were moved there;
talk about getting royally screwed over.

Unfortunately, I don't have any cash to
buy clothes so I'm stuck with the coat
Zander gave me, but it's not for this type
of winter because it's just a wind jacket.

Braxton and Ethan left me in this hotel
room and I keep trying to distract
myself but I drank all the alcohol, smoked anything we had, and watched a really bad hotel room show. Nothing is working.

I keep thinking of Aleksander, my clothes, Marco and Dylan coming to the mafia ball,
I wonder if Hannah's coming?
Oh god, what if she walks in with him

...I couldn't shoot her but I'd shoot him.

The outcome for me would just be death
with is no big deal, I've come
so close to death, I think we're best friends.

Did Celeste ever consider me her friend?
It probably meant nothing to her;
I have bad luck in any relationship.

I kind of want to go see her, I don't think
she would shoot me on the spot,
and I'm sure Aleksander is in Russia right now; the safest place for me isn't here.