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Chapter Thirty:
“Yulia?”
The sound of Evgeniya’s gentle voice came from the Church’s entrance, and echoed to where I was still standing up front by the painting. I wiped my eyes hurriedly and turned to face her. I noticed that she fingered her gold cross necklace as she slowly started walking toward me. The traditional Russian headscarf she wore was long enough to serve as a shawl as well, and it flowed around her delicate shoulders with each movement. The pattern, although beautiful with it’s elaborate pink and yellow floral arrangement, was making my head hurt to look at so I averted my gaze off to the side. I shouldn’t have been surprised to run into Evgeniya here. Maybe caught off guard was a better term.
“Vasilisa. My name is VASILISA. Are you absolutely certain you’re the one who renamed me?”
“It was a sudden decision, the name. Forgive me, I can’t get used to it.” Evgeniya replied with remor
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I hated looking at Francine’s confused little face, but I couldn’t pull myself away from it. The expression she wore displayed a mixture of panic and bewilderment after I brought up the inpatient treatment hospital. I’ve been through very few things that were more painful than watching the woman I love stare back at me fearfully with such wide, uncertain eyes. I knew my girlfriend was frightened of the unknown, just like anyone else would be.“Detka? Do you understand why I’m saying this?” I asked softly as she began to shake her head with a nervous chuckle. I tried to gently stroke her hands, but she yanked them away as if they’d been licked by flames. Her delicate features formed into a scowl. I might have found it endearing if we weren’t discussing something so serious.“I have to get back to work eventually, Vasilisa. We’ve been over this, I can’t check myself into an inpatient clinic and ev
Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Three:
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Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Four:
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