Mavli
I AM NOT ONE TO LOSE CONTROL, but I do when I see him. The onyx ring burns the ring finger of my left hand. An unknown emotion charges my insides.
"Cirok." It can't be. "What are you doing here?" My fingers are trembling, my heartbeat is frantic.
Something I can't decipher flickers in his eyes. "Aren't you glad to see me, Mavy?"
I wince at the sound of the nickname. Hetakes a shaky step forward, his eyes don't leave mine. "I was looking for you, I was so glad when I saw you."
I can't stand the pain in his eyes so I look away. What am I doing? I'm supposed to run into his arms and cry on his shoulder, God has brought us together again. It's fate; we were meant for each other, created for this purpose. But I stand adamant in the streamlet, it's cold water soaks the hem of my trous
