Marco POV
I stand there, frozen, watching Viktoria’s back retreat down the dim hallway until the last shine of her auburn hair disappears around the corner.
My hand twitches, every instinct in me wants to reach out, stop her, beg her to come back. To help me. To look at me one more time the way she used to—like I'm the monster she believes I am now.
But I can’t. Not after what I've done to her.
I exhale slowly, gripping the edge of her desk. Her scent still lingers in the classroom. Oh, those wildflower scents and the herbs, faint yet intoxicating. It’s ridiculous how something so simple can tear at my emotions like this. I know she’s angry. She has every right to be. I hurt her beyond forgiveness.
And the worst part is, I don’t even have the courage to tell her why.
Why I rejected
