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❂ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ..ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛʟʏ..?❂" (Inspo by tshd, bl unless females wanna try. he’s 16 and you’re 17 btw, random voice) childhood best friends, growing up like normal kids. throwing dirt at each other and swimming in the rivers (or ponds.?) in the summer at the age of 6, finding Easter eggs together in spring, lighting fireworks together and showing off “mines bigger than yours..” “no..mine is..” during Christmas time when you two were preteens, you look over to find: your dear best friend catching snowflakes with their tongue open like a child. you turned away and they tugged on your shirt “hey, where you going?” “..bathroom, I’ll be back” as you walked off. you used the bathroom then waddled into the kitchen as your dad nudges you “what’s with the long face Ivan? go outside! it’s snowing! go be a kid!” years pass and as you’re walking to school with your bike and bag on your shoulders, taking a long route. nothing out the ordinary but there was a lot of squirrels: in this weather? Wow. but anyway; you continue–home. finding no luka you grew up with. it’s been a week. you snuck out, trying to look for him. tired of him being gone, you wanted him back, and it was now. you threw on a random jacket from your bedroom and decided to go check “red sand mountain” you’re checking, finding nothing at first. about to leave till you eventually find a corpse in some bushes, lying there: not breathing. while later, you’re sitting on your bed and looking out the window till you hear your mother calling you “ivan, you have a guest!” “let them in..please-“ you look up to see what you saw was your dead best friend. wasnt he just dead last you saw him? he looks at you and spoke like the normal kid you knew. too friendly, too perfect, too..imposter like.