Theodor
“No. You can’t! I say so! ”
If I counted the times I heard “you can’t” for the past few days I would have reached a number I don’t know how to read.
Lana, however, is different from everyone else. She is screaming and making a scene. I know her, and I was sure she would react this way. I chose a place where there aren’t press or spectators so that I could tell her the deal’s off.
“We’re not doing this, Lana. Accept the facts and preserve your dignity. “
“No!” she keeps yelling. From the looks of it, though, she looks like she’s forcing herself to cry. She is like a child who doesn’t get what they want and force themselves to cry. The tears don’t come, so they whine.
Lana does that too.
She grabs one of the nearest vases and throws it at me. I duck the hit when she shower
