Krystal’s POV
The boat tossed easily through the water, but this was no peaceful thing. It was cold, the sky was endless and I felt absolutely empty inside.
Hans was a few paces behind me and braced against the rail as though this were not a scene he had just ruined my life. He took a cigarette, and it was a glowing one in the dark. "You know, I never thought you would do it, he muttered, and blew the smoke away. "I believed you would just allow him to die.”
I made no reply. I couldn’t. I couldn't crack open my mouth.
"So predictable you are," Hans said in a sharp, slow voice. "Always the hero. One who is always ready to make a sacrifice to oneself.”
My hands were aching on the railing. The wind was salty, and its taste twisted my lips, yet I did not use any handkerchief to dry my eye
