62|Regrets

~Viviana~

We haven’t gone back to bed. After his confession, I urged him that I couldn’t wait until sunrise before we talk about this. I had to know. So here we are, in Nico’s penthouse in the City at two in the morning. In my current state of mind, Roman didn’t want to explain things to me little by little. That was his original plan, to spoon-feed me the truth like I was some toddler. I appreciate it really, but considering the situation, going slow is the last thing I need.

“Are you okay?” Roman asked, killing the engine of his car after carefully pulling over in the visitor’s parking lot. The place was entirely deserted apart from empty cars lined up soaking in gloomy fluorescent lights.

“No,” I said honestly. My mind was in chaos and I didn’t know what