ZARYA ROGOV
I stared at the long gash on his arm. Blood dripped down onto the cold floor just like tears dripping down my cheeks.
I broke a vase again and was about to end my life when he came out of nowhere. He tried to stop me, but I ended up hurting him.
Bogdan pressed on his wound to stop the blood and looked up at me. He tried to mask his painful expressions but was failing miserably.
My lips trembled, and I took a step back.
"Why d-do you have to..." I breathed heavily and grabbed the edge of the dressing table to keep myself steady. My head was throbbing, and my whole body was aching like I had been running a marathon.
"Miss Zarya, please, don't make it hard for me," Bogdan said, his jaw clenched. I wanted to apologize, but words were stuck in my throat.
Just then, the door
