The Night Before I Knew Him
I point at Natalya, swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth, "my fiancée… I don’t love her. I don’t even want to marry her on paper."
Murmurs ripple through the crowd. Cameras flash like lightning strikes.
I close my eyes, groaning quietly, then force myself to look at them. At the crowd. At her. "The person I love is June. June... I don't pity you. I fucking love you, and I want to be yours–"
All eyes swing toward her.
"What are you doing, Hermes? It is—" Natalya starts, lips trembling. I raise a hand to silence her.
"You know my therapist was right. He proved me wrong," I say, a bitter, shaky laugh escaping me. "I realize want June. I choose June—but I have—"