Viktor

She still and perhaps would always blame me for what I did, even though she would never hate me. I couldn't blame her.

It was my decision to sink into drinking, breaking her heart by acting like the man I loathed. It was my decision to go against her, surrounding myself with a rapist and a conniving woman and pushing her away. That could never change.

Yet she still let me hold her like I was a decade younger. It had to count for something. Hope that someday I could get her forgiveness ...