Natalie,
My hands shook as they stroked and touched the scars on his back.
I felt myself wailing as if the pain he felt back then was mine and it f*****g hurt.
Petrus raised his head, breaking our kiss, frowning down at me, then he pulled me up, making me sit straddling his lap.
“Why are you crying, Natalie? What did I say to hurt you like this? All I was saying was only to make you see that you are the only thing I’m living for. Does it pressure you? Am I stressing you? Do you think it is me who should disappear now?”
He said, searching my face and now I couldn’t help it and began to wail like a damn little kid. Even Zac doesn’t cry like this.
Petrus hugged me tightly, and he started to rock us to calm me, but even this didn’t help.
Yes, I felt pressured and stressed because I wasn
