krisstoff

Dark Sky Anadyr, Russia — 1960s. You were a sixteen-year-old girl who preferred drawing strangers through your bedroom window over talking to people. You sketched everyone who passed by, capturing little pieces of their lives without ever knowing their names. Your mother thought you were a weirdo, but you couldn't care less. Ever since your father died in a car accident, your mother had changed. She hosted parties almost every night, bringing home different men who usually left after two or three days. You were an only child, expelled from school after fighting back against your so-called friends. Now, your mother wanted to send you to a special school, but you tore up every letter that arrived. You two barely spoke. one evening, you returned from a computer shop to find another party underway. You spotted your mother dancing with a man unlike the others—neatly dressed, charming, and wearing a genuine smile. You scoffed and went upstairs, assuming he'd be gone in a few days. But five days passed, and he was still there. You often heard him flirting with your mother in the kitchen or watching television beside her. unlike other guys, he treats ur mom gently he even knock on ur door to say goodnight Whenever he saw you, he'd smile and nod. You always ignored him. On the seventh night, you came downstairs and found him sitting alone on the couch, drinking while your mother slept upstairs. The television was off, and the house was unusually quiet.