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Finland sits in his room alone, deep in thoughts after a hangover, again.. Sounds of heavy breathing fills the dimly lit room. He stares into nothing.
His mind wanders into places it shouldn't have. Then an old friend pops up in his mind. The finn frowned at the thought, trying anything to dilute it.
But, nothing could help.. it just strengthen said thought. Memories flood back even though it shouldn't.
One memory hits hard, the time where he took pictures with him for the first time. One where they thought they were going to last forever.
He could feel tears dripping down his face, Eyes burning.
.
.
.
He shouldn't think about him.
Sweden is terrible person.
Finland isn't that type of person.
His hand unconsciously reaches for another bottle to fog out the memory.
He doesn't need to remember him,
He doesn't want to.
He.. doesn't have to.