Riston ongelma (= Risto's problem)
I don't what Risto had today but he has been grumpy the whole blessed day. He clamed up and he's a real pig-headed when he starts. Nothing that the guys and I have said had neither cheered him up nor decided him to talk to us. In reality, he almost said nothing during the whole day. It still annoy me when I think about it. We even can not help him, as he refuses to tell us what is wrong ! Sometimes, he gets on my nerves.
And, as though to blacken more this venimous day, my flat is still empty. loneliness, underhand friend. I lock the door, then let fall the bunch on the saucer, which is on the furniture in the entrance hall. I take off my shoes that I throw in a corner. Risto's attitude irritates me. First because he has got a problem, then because he keeps it for him. I help myself to water, I drink the glass and lay down on the couch.
A scratching on the door awakes me. A cat ? No, I don't have one. Voi, I have drunk a glass of water, though... It's the "Riston ongelma" which is the responsible ! I wake up and go to the door. we still scratch on it. Approaching the door, I realize that it's not a scratch, we gently knock on it.
I unlock the door which is ajar on Juho. I let him in.
"What's wrong ?"
"Nothing, I just come to visit my old mate McInsane.", he teases me.
"Sit down, Drain. I note that your motherhad brought you up very well, you're not the sort of guy who dirty my wooden floor."
"Say right away that I'm the little son of my mother...!", he scowls. "Bah, at least, I don't look like a dead rat like you...!"
"It's Risto's fault ! YOU, you don't seem to worry about it..."
"Of course I worry ! I came for that, not to hear that I'm the little favorite son of his mother.", Juho hits back.
"And I don't welcome you to hear that I look like a dead rat, I know it. That's not what we call being tactful..."
"Hey ! I couldn't take without saying a word !", Juho says before continuing. "I think I know what is Risto's problem..."
I sound his gaze out. He's not joking, he looks really serious.
"Now, you're greatly interesting me. Ah, by the way, are you thirsty ?"
"Ei.", he replies, shaking his head.
"Siis...?" (= So...?)
"No, I've heard him on the phone. I haven't listened to his conversation, I've just heard him having a row with someone." (No = Well)
"But you don't know who...", I say as an obviousness.
"To look like this, it may be an important person."
Juho has right. It's not a question to encroach on his private life spying him and harassing him, but just to know what is happening to him and to know who can put him like this.
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My heart beats in silent sounds of loneliness 1
This is my new fiction. It's about Lovex. I won't use their stage names. Here are their real names : - Theon : Torsti. - Vivian : Risto. - Julian : Juho. - Jason : Timo. - Christian : Kristian. - Sammy : Sami. Do NOT forget to rate, it would be very nice. By the way, the title is an excerpt from 'Wounds'.Did you like this story? Make one of your own!


