Once upon a time, I loved him fiercely. He was the main goal and the meaning of my life. And then he left—before that, though, he made me promise that no one would ever learn about our little secret.
"Once, Nastya! It’ll be once… Understood?!"
"Yes. I’ll leave. You don’t call or text—otherwise you’ll end up in jail…" he hisses softly against my lips.
"O-okay…"
"No word to anyone. I promise."
"And remember—this will never happen again."
I kept my promise, and the “consequences” of that night I kept to myself.