Anastasia’s POV
I look at the person who’s holding my arms now. That is Deja Vu, something that has happened already. But the only thing that changed is, he’s not the man I was hoping to come for me, and save me.
“L-luca.” Tears were flowing down my cheeks.
I’m not afraid to die anymore, it feels like I’m dying too in this pain, so what’s the difference?
“Hold on tight Tasia.” He whispered,
I shook my head.
“I-I c-can’t do this a-anymore Luca.”
“You can, Tasia, I know you can.” He replied.
I admire how calm his face is.
“I have no one, Luca. Let me go.” I cried.
“Y-you have me T-tasia, you might not just see it but you have me.”
His voice began to break.
“D-don’t cry for me L-luca. I’m not w-worth it.”
He shook his head.
“You’re worth every tear Tasia, please don’t give up.”
