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What you should keep in mind:
- This has the points of view of 4 characters: Your, Vladimr, Nadya and Ivan's.
- These opinions are given 6 months after your departure.
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[Your POV]
When I arrived to Sweden I immediately tried to get a job. I improved my Swedish and got a job in my area. That was very good; I really enjoy what I do.
But I must admit, the first months were hard for me, I was slightly depressed and wondered how my friends were, if they still remembered me. They couldn't call me or anything because I changed my phone number to a Swedish one so they wouldn't bother me and ask to come back.
Anyway, I was still feeling sad until I met some really nice persons. They're known as "The Nordics" due to the fact that all of them are from different countries of Scandinavia.
I'm serious. The tallest guy is Swedish. The one who likes to drink and it's sort of annoying sometimes it's Danish. There's also a shy man, he's Finnish. Then there are 2 brothers, one is Icelandic and the other is Norwegian.
Even thought the Swedish man is very serious and the brothers don't get along very well with each other, they still try to lighten up my mood whenever I feel sad.
They're really nice persons.
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[Nadya's POV]
It's been a year since ____ left. I miss her very much. She was my best friend, after all.
I already tried to call her a few times, but it seems like her number is unavailable. She probably changed it so we wouldn't talk with her or find where she was.
She could be anywhere right now. I wonder if she's alright, too. How is her life going, if she found a job or a stable life.
I can still remember all the nice moments I spent with her, and they will remain in my memories while I am alive.
It's true that I feel sad that she left. But I couldn't do anything to stop her so I should at least remember our moments, and I hope she will remember them too.
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[Vladimir's POV]
The last six months have been a living hell for me. ____ left and made me feel really guilty about that. At first, I tried to call her many times but she didn't answer. She couldn't, anyway. The number I had wasn't available anymore.
I asked Nadya where she left, but she said that ____ didn't tell her. Now God knows where she is.
Probably she's enjoying a new life without me and with some other guy. I could search for her if I wanted. But I'm just so afraid that she'll lose her control again and end up doing something even worse. I mean, she was courageous enough to restart her life, if I appear in her new life, she might want to take everything to an extreme end. So it's better if she stays happy wherever she is and with whomever she is.
Of course I wish I could be with her and make her understand that I changed. But she was so stubborn.
But I guess it's better like this. After I found out that she tricked me, I don't know how our relation would evolve if she stayed. So it's better if we keep the memories from the good old times.
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[Ivan's POV]
____ left. We weren't "best friends", but we did get along pretty well. She was my simply a close friend. Of course I was sad when I found out that she left, but I couldn't compare my sadness to Nadya or Vladimir's. They're far more affected than I am. But, somehow, their sadness affects me too.
Nadya is still trying to find where she is but she can't. ____'s phone number is not available; her Facebook account is not active. Probably she even created a new e-mail or something.
I can't help but sometimes think how and where is she, if she's alive or not. And even if none of us will see her again, I wish her luck wherever she is.
What you should keep in mind:
- This has the points of view of 4 characters: Your, Vladimr, Nadya and Ivan's.
- These opinions are given 6 months after your departure.
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[Your POV]
When I arrived to Sweden I immediately tried to get a job. I improved my Swedish and got a job in my area. That was very good; I really enjoy what I do.
But I must admit, the first months were hard for me, I was slightly depressed and wondered how my friends were, if they still remembered me. They couldn't call me or anything because I changed my phone number to a Swedish one so they wouldn't bother me and ask to come back.
Anyway, I was still feeling sad until I met some really nice persons. They're known as "The Nordics" due to the fact that all of them are from different countries of Scandinavia.
I'm serious. The tallest guy is Swedish. The one who likes to drink and it's sort of annoying sometimes it's Danish. There's also a shy man, he's Finnish. Then there are 2 brothers, one is Icelandic and the other is Norwegian.
Even thought the Swedish man is very serious and the brothers don't get along very well with each other, they still try to lighten up my mood whenever I feel sad.
They're really nice persons.
--
[Nadya's POV]
It's been a year since ____ left. I miss her very much. She was my best friend, after all.
I already tried to call her a few times, but it seems like her number is unavailable. She probably changed it so we wouldn't talk with her or find where she was.
She could be anywhere right now. I wonder if she's alright, too. How is her life going, if she found a job or a stable life.
I can still remember all the nice moments I spent with her, and they will remain in my memories while I am alive.
It's true that I feel sad that she left. But I couldn't do anything to stop her so I should at least remember our moments, and I hope she will remember them too.
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[Vladimir's POV]
The last six months have been a living hell for me. ____ left and made me feel really guilty about that. At first, I tried to call her many times but she didn't answer. She couldn't, anyway. The number I had wasn't available anymore.
I asked Nadya where she left, but she said that ____ didn't tell her. Now God knows where she is.
Probably she's enjoying a new life without me and with some other guy. I could search for her if I wanted. But I'm just so afraid that she'll lose her control again and end up doing something even worse. I mean, she was courageous enough to restart her life, if I appear in her new life, she might want to take everything to an extreme end. So it's better if she stays happy wherever she is and with whomever she is.
Of course I wish I could be with her and make her understand that I changed. But she was so stubborn.
But I guess it's better like this. After I found out that she tricked me, I don't know how our relation would evolve if she stayed. So it's better if we keep the memories from the good old times.
--
[Ivan's POV]
____ left. We weren't "best friends", but we did get along pretty well. She was my simply a close friend. Of course I was sad when I found out that she left, but I couldn't compare my sadness to Nadya or Vladimir's. They're far more affected than I am. But, somehow, their sadness affects me too.
Nadya is still trying to find where she is but she can't. ____'s phone number is not available; her Facebook account is not active. Probably she even created a new e-mail or something.
I can't help but sometimes think how and where is she, if she's alive or not. And even if none of us will see her again, I wish her luck wherever she is.
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Okay!
1st. I'm very sorry that the last week I didn't upload ANYTHING, but I'm a student and I'm in the middle of the 1st term of 8th grade and now it's time for tests.
So as you imagine, I must study and studying takes some time.
My luck is that I understand things fast and I don't need to spend much time studying, but I still like to do so so I can feel safe and confident before the tests.
2nd. I said I'd do a sequel, a Sweden x Reader.
I will.
But you just need to give me some time until I figure out half of the story and find some ideas.
Writing is not easy.
Well, I have no more things to say!
Have a nice morning/day/night!
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The tears flow down my face as the hole where my heart once was is filled with emptiness. Now, I can't cry or feel anything. I am emotionless.