-I don't know if it's worth jumping over. (Found you.) -Party all done? (Can we go somewhere together?) -No, I just need some air. (I was looking for you.) -You are drunk. (Bozhechki, you are so cute.) -I'm not. (Yeah...I still am sober enough to know what who I want.) -Good for you. -Yeah, well, it could've gone to either one of us. (You are my equal, don't underestimate yourself.) -It went to you. (Take the praise, you talented idiot.) -So what? You're just up here sulking because, what, you couldn't take another victory lap around me? All you do is beat me.(I wish I could be as great as you.) I win one f*cking thing, and you can't even show your face.(I missed you out there.) -Gospodi.(Beat you? Seriously? I have way too much going on in my life to argue with you right now.)-What was that? -Not everything is about you, Hollander!(As much as I missed you, I am drowning in troubles, I can't and won't take you there with me.) -So what is it then?(Are you ok? Let me help you, please.) -What the f*ck do you want?(I will have to let you in so much it scares me. Please leave before it hurts both of us.) -Nothing. I just wanted to see the view and get some air, and..(And see you.) -And what? Here is f*cking view, Hollander. Check it out. F*ck! I go home in three days. (And it feels a mockery to call it that. I don't want to go. I want to stay here with you. I don't want to deal with all the shit with my dad, seeing Lesha again, feeling the guilt...) -Ok. Must be nice... And I guess I thought maybe we...(Could meet somewhere private. Could feel each other again...) Never mind. (I shouldn't be thinking about it, you obviously aren't.) Ok, I'm gonna...(Please don't make me go.)I guess I'll...uh...see you next season.(Please come shake my hand. Please hug me and kiss me right here and right now. Please.)


















