(Roxette pov)
Ivan watches me as I slowly walk towards him. How long has he been standing there? I got confused if he knew that I was with Ralf or if he heard us talking. Come to think of it, Did I talk loud while I was arguing with Ralf because If I did, he must have heard.
But from the way he looks now, it looks like he doesn't know anything. He was really just waiting for me. That's why I sped up my step towards him. I felt my sweat when I reached him.
He looked disappointed, his hand landed on one of my arms and slid to my palm.
"I'm sorry, I wish I hadn't come.
He said calmly while looking at my hand that he was now holding.
He said sorry, but I feel I should be the one to say those words.
I sighed, before I spoke.
"It's okay, it's not your fault either.
I mean it when I say
