Work Text:
“I’m going to move back to Ukraine with you my love”
“once im done with this mess”
Talia squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. How did she get in this deep? When she had commented on his music, she had just tried to be kind, maybe gain a friend out of the puppy-like boy. He really is like a lost little puppy under his tough exterior..
However, she had not expected for him to fall in love.
Now, she knows Mischa would never purposefully hurt her, or do anything to make her uncomfortable, since he loves her so (and don’t get her wrong, she loves him very dearly too…Just not quite in the same way-) Which is exactly why she can’t just be honest with him! She can’t just tell him she doesn’t reciprocate! That would crush his entire soul! But she can’t not tell him either! Letting him believe that she was interested romantically, only for him to find out when he returned to Ukraine for her might be even crueller than just telling him over text!
Oh, but her sweet friend, (she firmly refers to him as a friend, otherwise it’d feel like she was, how do you say….catfishing him? In a way-) he just loves so deeply! She worries about him, he could get hurt! By others, by himself-
Another text.
He says he’s at a choir competition, at a fair.
She says she hopes he has fun, ignoring his message about Ukraine. She genuinely does hope he has fun, he needs to.
God, she should really tell him.
But not now, not when he’s (hopefully) having fun, possibly with friends.
Something in the back of her mind desperately hopes he has friends that aren’t her, people who care about him, that can genuinely help him, because being an ocean away makes it incredibly difficult to help, and as he’s told her, concerningly nonchalant about the whole situation, his parents aren’t there for him at all.
Another message, 1:17 am. (6:17 pm for him)
He’s getting on a roller coaster, and will talk to her later.
She blinks tiredly, and replies that she’s going to bed.
She doesn’t get a response. She usually always gets a good morning and good night text. It doesn’t worry her though, despite the ball of anxiety growing in her stomach.
She’ll just check on him tomorrow when he wakes up! He’ll be fine.
She’s sure of it.