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ELEVEN | Escaped!
[VLADIMIR]
Zarina!
I see her.
I see her. And I lose it.
I lose myself in a snap and end up doing something that I’m bound to regret.
She evokes memories of my past and actions I am not proud of, ones that I do not need to be reminded of.
I need to keep my distance; I keep saying that to myself. But as much as the hell I try, I end up destroying every fucking distance between us.
Why is she different? Why isn’t she the same? It would have been so easy to let her go. Her being different raises hope—a wistful desire—that things could be different this time around. Maybe she won’t push me away this time. Just maybe, I’ll finally find the goddamn peace I’ve been searching for.
However, her approval means nothing to me. She holds no significance in my life, absolutely none. She’s only here because Xavier desired it. He requires her for reasons that I cannot refuse, reasons for which I would gladly die a hundr
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