White as a canvas, Stepan, watching evil but leaving in silence. Artyom takes his breath and abruptly imprints his fist into the wall.
- It was necessary to put it in its place long ago. Stefan, alive?
I look up at him from the bottom up and I don't understand why this is all? Why did he come to help me? Was it a pity?
- I said, are you okay? Stefan, he's trying to help me get up, but I'm shoving his hands off. My stomach was on fire, but my soul was sicker. I bit my hand so I wouldn't scream in my voice in pain.
- Go away! Get away from me! You...you! Why are you doing this to me?
- Steph, calm down, let's have a look at your stomach," Artyom asks. But I'm pushing him again. And then he looks up at me, full of bitterness and regret. And I want to scream, to order him to stop looking at me like that! Because He won't love me anyway...
- Don't you like me at all? Even a drop," he lowered his arms powerlessly, sitting on the pavement with a broken doll.
He keeps silent, and then he gets tired of exhaling and sits on his knees next to me.
- I like you. Much more than just like you, much more than that, he held my face in his arms, looking into my eyes with his piercing black eyes. I, on the other hand, had tears in my eyes.
- Then why? Why were you kissing her there? - I covered his hands with my own, swooping tears.
- I was checking.
- What? What?
- Not what, but who. I was checking myself. I wanted to know what was going on with my life now. I thought I'd let her kiss me and see if my feelings and feelings had changed. I hadn't had any interest in those kisses before. I kissed. I looked at her, and she was beautiful, so I couldn't take it away, but I fucking thought about you. What if you see it now, you'll be upset, crying, and then you'll be offended. We will have to comfort you. I will sit on my hands with you, wash tears off my cheeks and apologize. And then you'll bite your damn wrist again to the bone. And it will be so...right. When I saw you the first time, only irritation caused. He looked at me with enthusiastic eyes, as if I were the same cherished New Year's present, and smiled too openly and brightly. And then you started stalking me. Every day you loomed before my eyes, drawing more and more attention to yourself. A naive, stupid boy - you looked like a rabbit climbing up against a wolf, getting hit in the face, but coming back again. And your race that day? I humiliated you because I was angry that Alex had touched you and you were still looking at him with the same enthusiasm and interest. I was waiting for you to run away, cry to the Holy One, but the next day you'd be looking for me again. But you decided to punish me. I participated in the race, proved that you were different, that I was wrong. After that, every morning I started thinking about you, where you were waiting for me, and if you could catch me. A rabbit hunting for a wolf. You broke into my life and filled me with yourself. You were fond of me like a cat, but you were retreating when you saw I needed space. And so day after day. And then not a single day went by without you. Everywhere, you surrounded me with your tenderness, care, and nothing in return. Yesterday, when you slept in my bed, in my T-shirt, and whispered my name in your sleep, I was scared. I was afraid of the feelings you had in me: too beautiful, so stubborn, so stubborn, so bright, so tender, and all mine.
Artyom pressed against my lips, kissing gently, which made my heartache. He will kill me one day for sure.
- Don't ever do that again, do you hear me? I will never forgive you again - I whisper while he covers my face with kisses.
- I won't.
And I believe. Again. Because I cannot live without him. I will be called an idiot, a rag, but I agree to it if Artyom never stops kissing me, hugging me with his hands and stays with me forever. And...and you have to bite him again when he lets my lips out of his captivity.
- I love you, Theme.
He laughs quietly, slyly looking at me.
- Did he say my name right?
We got home in the middle of the night after stopping by the pharmacy. Artyom wanted to take me to the hospital, but I refused. We bought bruise ointment and painkillers. My stomach hurt, but not so much.
- Run to the shower, then put some ointment on it.
I was shoving it into the bathroom, and when I undressed, I saw a bruise on my stomach.
- It was as if I had beaten off all the insides - touching with my finger the purple-yellow-blue stain on my stomach, I pale all by myself. Only now I realized that I had been hit for the first time. I could not raise my hand to the omega - it was forbidden by law. We are carrying children, and hurting a child is the biggest crime. But this is in my world. It is time to get used to the fact that all men are equal here.