IRINAIt seemed like Miron didn’t like dealing with death either. If life was so easily lost before his eyes, why was he so sensitive whenever I brought up my own?Oh, of course, I knew why he hated it when death involved me. Wasn’t I a replacement for the woman from his past? In his eyes, I was still Serena, and even if he loved me, wasn’t this relationship primarily about Serena?“Irina? What did they tell you?” Miron pressed me, his hand gripping my shoulder tighter, as if he were guarding me from the grim reaper who might approach me at any moment.His eyes darted warily, scanning my surroundings. I was worried he’d notice Tanya, but surely that wouldn’t make much difference.“I want to go home,” I replied, instead of answering his question.“I asked.”“And I answered, in a different way.”“You go to the car first.”I refused, as if I knew what he was going to do, as if I could read his mind. As if I understood his every move.Apparently, I’d reached this point where my habits and
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