* ᵗʰᵉ 𝑭𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚛 。

i am human and i need to be loved just like everybody else does.

do you know how to miss someone? i miss you. write again sometime.

+ I was scared to understand you, and you understanding me. You did in some way, my way with my language. In that moment, I realized that you are not a wall high I should throw bricks too. Guess it is too late to realize that. Get back to Georgia, or visit Turkiye again. - A"

Upon searching, a letter is there. It is an envelope written in bad Georgian handwriting. Davit's name. It is followed by a short note at the bottom, apologising to Davit for the bad handwriting. Would you open it?

+ All is gone, except for a few letters. On top of it, an address to a small town in Turkiye. Rummaging through the letters, a bit dusty, you realized this was for each person in the house. You have the urge to look for your name.