NATALIA
“Natalia, please,” Tristan called, urgency sharpening his voice.
I firmly closed my eyes when he called my name with so much pain in it. It’s like thousands of needles constantly stabbing my heart. How many more times do we have to be in this situation till I can’t handle it?
Do I really just have to accept that I’d never be truly happy with the person I love, even though I was literally brought back in time when I’m supposed to know better?
I felt his hand grabbing my wrist. Not forceful at all, but I felt like I was scalded. I'd only shatter if I look back and see the guilt in his eyes. This happened too many times for me not to know the pattern.
“I’m sorry,” He muttered. As usual. Like clockwork.
“I know you are. You always do,” I answered, almost bitterly, “And I perfectl
