"Iryna?" I put my hand on hers, but she pulled away. Tears burned in my eyes and I scooted the far side of the seat. Twenty minutes ago we were lost is each other, and now I felt like someone had shot me through the heart. The first sob escaped my chest, and I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them.I heard a sob from my love, and she shifted in the seat. "Oh, moya lyuba. Oh, what did I do?" Her hand reached out and softly held the back of my neck.She didn't pull me towards her. The part of me that had been hurt wanted to be left alone, to snap at her, to just curl up in a ball and weep. The rest of me, though, the part that loved her, wanted to throw myself into her arms.My head turned slowly, and my eyes found hers. Their blue depths shone with pain and sorrow, and oh, god it was my fault. I'd been pushing her out into public, and now it's going to blow up in her face and she's going to hate me forever."Iryna, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is my fault. I didn't think,
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