Michael didn’t take me to a fancy restaurant, and he didn’t ask me to wear a dress. Instead, he asked me to wear warm, yet flexible clothes, and he took me ice skating.
I hate ice skating. I could never learn it, and I’ve always been terrified of the other skaters coming in too fast and too close.
There I was, knees shaking with the skates on, making my way towards the rink.
Why couldn’t I just say I hated this? Come on, Kira! Grow a backbone! Tell him this is not for you!
But what if this ruins things for us? I mean, I projected an entire future with him where he was a hunter fighting for me with a moroi… It’s still unbelievable to me that it was all a dream… but it made so much sense, didn’t it? I mean, it could all have been due to the effects of the flu. And it was even hard for
