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imagine being ilya. imagine ur shitbag father dies and you have to sit on that twelve hour flight to go to his funeral. meanwhile all you can think about is your boyfriend. you get there and the millisecond you have wifi you’re sexting your boyfriend. you go to the funeral and your abusive brother tries to fistfight you during the service. you impulsively cut him out of your life and you suddenly realize you can never come home again. you call your boyfriend and sob over the phone to him about how much you love him and how badly you want to be with him but you know you can’t. you silently decide you’re going to break up with him once you get back.

I think about this constantly but it’s still very rude that you brought it up /j