CZAR

But as I remembered how she never let anyone, even me, trample on her dignity—how she talked back to anyone who dared insult her during her months here—I realized she also wasn’t the same anymore. Perhaps it was only her feelings for me that did not change.

A weight lodged itself inside my chest. It was fucking painful. A part of my nonexistent heart wanted to accept that she had feelings for me; the other still resisted it. If I keep her with me, then I'm accepting her as my ...