LYNEXIA My mouth gapes. "I—." I swallow back. Even I don't have an answer to his question nor can I console him. Not when I'm mad at him for what he did. Not when I hold grudges against him deep inside my heart for everything. I don't let him go, though. I can't even if I want to. My hand strokes his jaw, his stubble scratching against my fingerprint softly. Finally, I summon a word of consolation. Though, even to me, it sounds patronizing. "You are..." "No." He cut me off, resting his forehead on mine. Tension wraps around us like an electrified bubble. From a distance, I hear the sky groans of impending rain. "I don't deserve to be consoled by the woman I hurt." He states firmly, flinching away from my touch. Then he is out of the car faster than I can blink. My hand hangs midair, cold. My gaze follows him as I watch him walk into the house. I inhale, something inside of me shifting. All along, I used to think Dimitri was an uncaring psychopath. A devil who doesn't care
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