Love Is Not A Fiction

heard his word

h

ked, looking into co

ographs that you have a stain on your left shoulder. I need to see him. I won't ask for anything else," Cole added, l

wanted to turn around and rush away from the strange request and from the person who voiced it. But curiosity and the hope that I would get an exp

be enough if he sees us doing such an unsightly occupation and draws hasty conclusions,

g to worry about

rriedly unbuttoned the top buttons of my dress, which I could reach. Only this was

p," he fi

the warmth of his hands. Everything was so strange, from the visit of this man to what we were doing now. Somewhere inside, fear swirled, ready to para

the first failed attempt. I barely held back a nervous sigh as I turned around. Cole's hands were covered in fresh skin burns. I don't confuse

I asked carefully, hol

f you become my wife, per

ed a handkerchief to wave it goodbye. I exaggerated terribly, but it was strangely reassuring. Anger is easier to

e to expose his arm, pulling the tight, tight fabric up to th

thought," Col

t, I did not know, bu

ago, on the day that pho

tand," he said

the gloves, wincing a little. I do not know why, but these physical defects did not bothe

eye-twitching ornament on the walls, which always flashed first in the memory. My horror that seized consciousness and fettered movements, tears covered my eyes and my back was naked in front of

y, and turned around. - I can help. I came to this city not just like t

es he need me? I had no idea what he meant. Wh

r. Erton planned to influence him through me, then he will not succeed. It se

, but believe me, I am not trying to deceive you or somehow outwit you in order to use it for some dubious

es," I agreed, finding

ng he knew, and understand his motives, but my father entered the