- Did you get that thing of your’s sorted? Oona sits next to Iiro.
– We met. Iiro’s demeanor looks more relaxed than before.
– Hey, good news! Oona smiles to him.
Iiro shrugs.
– I don’t know. I got to apologize, was forgiven. We even agreeded to be friends but I hated to see how sad she was, he huffs. - I’m so fucking mad at my bro for letting her down.
– Think about positive side. You could go to her and show her better option?
– Nah. My bro is going to kill me if I go there again, Iiro says after a while. – I promised to be shoulder for Venla if needed. It’s now up to her but I don’t think there’s room for me any more.
Iiro really thought it through but every way he tried to think it he kept finding only bad solutions.
– Come on, Oona rolls her eyes.
– No. Really. My bro has already beat me up for it, Iiro sighs and fidgetes with his pen. – He’s very territorial.
– And you look up to him? Oona rubs her temples. – I can’t believe this shit!
– Hard to explain, Iiro frowns. – But like I said, I messed up pretty bad. Need to build his trust again too.
– I thought this was about a girl? Oona losts the red thread of the situation.
– Yea, Yea it is. But it’s about my bro too. We used to be very close.
– Uh. Men! Oona lifts her hands to air. – And then you say women are complicated!
I need to do something to my life. I'm just running down the same tracks and they are going absolutely nowhere. I'm tired of this shit.
Iiro looks out to diminishing light in horizon. Ok spring. Let's take a new course. Time to take a u-turn. Give your best shot.
It's too early to really enjoy the wheels. Too much grovel on the ground and air is a bit too cold but Oona couldn't risist taking a short ride after long winter months. She has missed her baby so much!
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