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~ 33 ~
"Thank you for coming so late, Adrian," I said, holding the front door open for him.
He came in, his face somber. "Of course, sis."
I handed him the suitcase and then went back to the living room.
Dimitri was sitting on the middle of the sofa, his body hunched over, his head hanging low and his hands between his knees.
"Adrian is here."
His head snapped up, his eyes still read from crying.
"I'm sorry…"
I shook my head, fighting back the lump that had taken residence in my throat.
"It's okay, comr—Dimitri."
He winced when I corrected myself, but otherwise said nothing of it.
He stood up and took a step closer to me. Softly, he ran the back of his hand against my cheek. It was slightly red, but I knew it wouldn't bruise.
"Good bye, Roza. I wish I could remember."
I nodded and watched him go.
That night I slept in the couch, hugging one of cushions against my chest, noticing that it still smelt like him.
Betaed by the lovely Nicia.