I blinked, a single tear rolling down my cheeks to stop right at my bottom lip. Maybe Matthew was whatever he was, but still. I didn't wish him death. I would never wish him death. Maybe I was naive. Maybe weak. But I could never.
I turned to the door decisively, and when I stepped out to the living room, to my surprise, Nikolai wasn't there. I had never been to any of the other rooms, but from how quiet it is, I knew he wasn't home.
I stayed in the living room for a long minute, just thinking. Had I made the wrong decision? Had I been too impulsive with my feelings that I had been blinded?
Had I been blinded by the love that I wasn't able to see that Nikolai would probably never love me? That of I stay, for however long, I will have to deal with him loving me one moment, and then leavi
