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Author's POV.

"P-please," Sofia repeated, again and again. She hated how weak and overly sensitive she felt during the week before her menstrual cycle started again. Her hormones were over the roof making it difficult to not lash out or cry over any insignificant thing that remotely upset her.

Nadei sighed in frustration. He fucked up and needed to make things right, starting with reciprocating her touch. Sofia deserved the world and he was letting himself get drawn into the dark, horrid abyss he called a past and letting his demons overtake his mind and ruin his future.

His forever.

So, he unclasped her arms from his waist hearing her sniffles intenstify. Don't cry, Moya lyubov', I'm not mad at you. I never was. He wanted to confess to her but felt his tongue twist in his mouth.

Emotions tightened their grip around his heart and clogged his throat with their intensity. He couldn't even remember the last time he cried, sobbed and fell victim of the weight on his back. He was so tired