I could have told her about our plans instead of sending her away because she’s right; even though she is far from being a damsel in distress, my first instinct is to protect her and not put her in harm’s way. We both tried so hard to protect the other, but in the end, we made more of a mess than doing good.
Miscommunication and the irrational urge to defend each other has caused so much pain. But peeling back the layers, I see this for what it is; we did what we did because our feelings for one another are irrational, so much so, we would do anything to keep the other safe.
Just like me leaving Russia, and Ella sacrificing herself—an absolute Shakespearian twist.
“What happened with Frank?” I press, but when she grips the railing behind her, I know sharing time is over.
I’ll give her
