”I must confess. There is something quite joyful in seeing you like this.” Natasha said as she tilted her head to the side.

”What do you want?” I seethed as I narrowed my eyes at her.

”I want to talk.” She said as she leaned against the wall.

”Well I don't. You can leave now.” I turned my head and broke eye contact. I was on the verge of tears and would rather die than have anyone see me cry.

Natasha came and kneeled in front of me, grabbing my chin ...