A Sweet Taste of Bitterness, or February 14th Doesn't Count

— I want you insanely.

— Go away. — Am I the one saying that? My own voice? Why is it so hoarse?

— Nastya… — he leans lower, lifts me by the chin, and his gaze is completely deranged—drunk and mad. It’s the first time he’s come like this. Before this, we only ran into each other by accident; fate kept bringing us together, unable to stop from tormenting me… — Nastya… I… I won’t be able to take it, understand? I can’t take it anymore!

I don’t answer anything. There’s a threat in his voice, half threat, half a painful desire—with the pain of hope. I know he can. I know he might not hold out. And I know that, in the end, I depend entirely on what he wants. We’ve been through it all already. He gives me a choice. For now.

But Sim-Sim never lets go of what belongs to it.

And it doesn’t let go of me either.

And right now it’s holding me.

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From the author: A small vignette of the strange relationship between Sim-Sim and Nastya.

The continuation of the Sim-Sim story is in the book «Вернуть свое».