So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Home is here, in Prague, once again.
It's different from the last year - I'm going to Ch. once a month, which means less parents and more 'feeling of freedom'. And independence. And responsibility. But more than free, I feel like an adult. Real adult for the first time in my life.
We went for an annual autumn walk with K. at the end of September. For the fifth time already. Four years ago, we didn't know what to do - to join an American delegation at MUN or not? Pretty tough desicion for 16yrs old indeed. Three years ago, it was about Chechen boys. Two years ago, T. and one special night in Pilsen and all ideals disappearing. Last year, we didn't know what to expect from uni, but we weren't those crazy teens anymore.
This year, even the feeling of uncertainity was away, at least for me. School was going to be tough again, still not sure, if I'm gonna pass it, but that's what I like anyway.
LtA is my rommate now and that means it's something else than last year. More? Different. Never experienced that before.

Cooking dinner for someone, who's gonna be back from school in an hour.
Coming home from work, opening doors and seeing him preparing the meal, getting a kiss on the cheek and then sitting at the same uncomfortably little table and eating.
Being terribly frightened when he's sick.
Seeing him falling asleep on my shoulder while I still gotta read the last page for next day's biochemistry test.

That day in the Old Town Square, it was sunny, I had sunglasses on and my eyes were aching due to lack of sleep, which was usual at that time. He was there, hungry. I got him something from KFC and he seemed to didn't know if he likes me.

It's been a year today.

Two days after, I was singing "I'm walking on sunshine" when I was standing on a parking lot somewhere near Vienna, smoking a cigarette. It was freezing and I didn't care.

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