she’s always had someone walking her to and from her classes.
whether it’s behind her or alongside her, it doesn’t matter; some-
one, she knows, is always there. usually, she ignores roman, as
she so often does, but sometimes she drags him along beside her,
talking all the way. he doesn’t outright ask her about things but
she enjoys telling him all the same, if only because other than her
fathers, there’s no one else to really tell.
“and then we were – —”
she stops, looks over at him to make sure he’s still listening, be-
cause he hasn’t given any sign of acknowledgement in a while.
and that look on his face tells her everything she needs to know –
she recognizes it, knows it well. it makes her heart catch in her
throat and lodge there.
“– – roman?”