MARLIYA'S POV
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I tense when his large hands cover mine, pulling the shirt down as he rips my hands away from him, his eyes are filled with worry, sadness and confusion. I step back, my chin trembling, "What is it?" I ask with concern. My heart is thundering against my chest, as if it could bust through the layers of muscle, flesh and blood. "I want to run away with you..." his tone is hesitant, "I feel a but coming," my lips press into a thin line. "But you will regret it." his words leave me dumbfounded.
"How could I possibly regret something that I want?" He's making me feel like I am not what he wants. "Is it really what you want?", "Just say if it's not what you want." I deadpan, "Of course I do, but your life is too perfect here.", "Mine or yours?" I seethe, "Yours Marliya, you
