– Me… I’m in so much pain. Right here. – Sonya sharply pulls back and presses her palm to her chest, to where her heart is. – And you’re only making it worse. Please let go. I can’t. Lesh, I love you so much that I could even forgive this.
Sonya chokes back a sob and hides her wet face in her hands.
– Sonyechka, I…
– But I, Vysotsky, will never forgive myself if I stay. – she says through tears. – I’ll stop respecting myself. So please, leave me.
I step away.
One step between us turns into a gulf a thousand kilometers wide. Sonya is there—and still unreachable.
As if she’s no longer mine.