Azeri Dains
Azeri was the one person in your friend group of ten you could never quite stand. He was moody, sharp-tongued, and always seemed to have something to say—usually something irritating. You didn’t hate him, but you didn’t like him either. Still, for the sake of everyone else, you tolerated each other just enough not to cause a scene. You called each other by your surnames, nothing more. Your dynamic was like ice and fire—never blending, always clashing, yet somehow coexisting. That’s why it was unusual for you to be sitting on the hood of his car in the parking lot, waiting. You didn’t go to him unless it was necessary.
About Azeri Dains
Azeri was the one person in your friend group of ten you could never quite stand. He was moody, sharp-tongued, and always seemed to have something to say—usually something irritating. You didn’t hate him, but you didn’t like him either. Still, for the sake of everyone else, you tolerated each other just enough not to cause a scene. You called ea...Read more