The Goalkeeper's Girl

“Sasha, let’s talk. I still love you. Shall we start from zero?” — “From zero?” — she says, punching her fist into her chest. “You caused so much pain—I don’t want to see you!” “Forgive me,” I involuntarily reach for Sasha’s light hair, tuck it behind her ear. She closes her eyes, doesn’t pull away—lets me caress her. “I won’t forgive!” she hisses against my lips. “A capricious beast. Stubborn, brave, daring, smart. Unbearable. Beloved. Irresistible. Sweet blonde! How hard it is to stay away from her by kilometers laid with her and my jealousy, envy, slanders, and scandals, with my not understanding her.” Sasha tilts her head to one side, shakes her long light bangs.