Daynara
Before Nicholas can walk away, I slip into my dress and follow his stiff form.
“Nicholas…wait,” I call out.
Nicholas stops in his tracks, his back straight and his eyes hooded when he turns to face me.
“What is this? What do you want from me?” I ask, still feeling all of the tumultuous emotions coursing through me after what we just did.
Nicholas’ brow furrows, “There are things we must speak about before we go any further, Daynara.”
I shake my head, “Like what?”
He deeply exhales before he replies, “Like what happened in the past.”
I shrug my shoulders, feigning obliviousness. There’s no way I want to discuss the past. It’s just too painful.
“Who cares about the past, Nicholas? Can’t we live in the present and enjoy the last moments I─we─might have?” I ignore my Freudia
