“Ah, you witch!” Kirill rushes up to me and grabs my shoulders.
“You’re throwing me away again for him?”
“Let go, it hurts!” I try to break free from his grip.
“And you—you idiot—I believed you really loved me!” Kirill shouts.
“But it turns out I was just a pawn in your game?”
“I loved you—that’s true! I believed it myself until I saw HIM.”
“I thought he was dead!”
“So you decided to replace the “dead” one with me? You made me believe you, destroyed my family, and then once again broke my heart!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Oh, no! God will forgive— but you will pay for everything with me. For all your twists and schemes you’ll end up where you’ve been so often going—at the cemetery!”
***
On this man, I placed everything. Could I be wrong? Probably I deserved such an ending—being buried alive. But I’m still so young and I don’t want to die!
“People! Help me!” I desperately scream and pound on the coffin lid with the last of my strength.