so we end here.
we end where we began, with me sitting in my pajamas with jonas’s voice filling up the air around me, except now, there are doodles of sana pinned up behind my laptop and everything means so much more.
i started skam without knowing what the fuck i was getting into. the moment i knew i was fucked was when eva showed up at the skatepark to talk to jonas. i got goosebumps and thought, oh, shit, here comes another one, because i fell in love with fiction when i was three and by now, i know what it feels like when someone else’s world hits you hard. i have loved novels and series, characters, movies, and shows, but in the words of my dear even bech nӕsheim, i have never felt anything quite like this. ever.
so we end here. we end with love. i love you, i love these characters, and i love skam.
takk for alt.