Disappointments

No one talks until we get to his penthouse. We have competition now of who’s best fit for being mute.

And despite my gloating right now, I don’t have much choice but to follow wherever he drags me to since I didn’t have my wallet nor my smartphone with me.

Once we are inside, he confidently leaves me alone while he goes straight to the tub. He knows I can’t run since the elevator inside his room only recognizes his fingerprint. So I just go inside his study room.

I cry and cry until there’s no more left to cry. I blame myself for being such a whore. I blame myself for everything.

My throat hurts trying to suppress my weeping sound. I cover my mouth with my two hands and just lay down on the couch.

After half an hour, I hear Dmitri comes out of the comfort room, but I have no strength to stand so I just stay there.

When he realizes I am in the study room, he follows me. And there, sees the vulnerable side of me, lethargic, demotivated, wasted.

He doesn’t say a word and we avoid e