Chapter 15

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I did not think much about anything else as the date continued. Besides Roman’s good looks and prince charming demeanor, he had an entirely different side to him. He had an open mind which allowed for all sorts of conversation topics.

Except for the woods of course.

I was not surprised to hear that he had moved to this town as a baby with his parents. That meant he was a local which explained quite a few things like how he knew this place so well and also as why he was so secretive about its dark secrets. I figured, based on the information provided, that Dimitri must also be a local. That explained his mysterious and secretive demeanor completely.

After breakfast, we left the café. Roman decided to show me some parts of the town that I had not seen yet. He took me specifically to a park that was covered now in snow after the snowfall which had died down quite a bit since this morning. There were plenty of statues which he was able to explain their history one after another. It was rather interesting to listen to such stories which were filled with olden day heroes and heroines. One statue was of a boy who had saved a family from their burning home. I noticed how not one of these stories had a bad ending and how none of them had anything to do with the woods. I wondered why was that, but I was quickly distracted by a snowball which Roman sent my way. If Roman and I were not throwing snowballs at each other and chasing each other through the snow covered park like two absolutely crazy lunatics, which caught the attention of more than just one on looker may I just add, than Roman and I had our phones out taking pictures of one another and our surroundings. Roman caught me by surprise when he pulled me closer towards him. I thought he was about to kiss me, but he ended up just taking a picture. It was a picture of the both us together with his arm around my shoulders so I guess I should not moan and be ungrateful here.

Before I knew it, Roman and I were laying in a thick bed of snow near to a frozen fountain, making our very own snow angels together. I could not explain how peaceful, content and happy I felt at this present moment. Staring up at the thick greyish clouds above us, I hoped that this would wonderful moment would never end. I took a deep breath of the fresh crisp air that surrounded this place and let out a blissfully peaceful sigh for all around to hear. This place was rather secluded so there was only Roman who was able to hear me. 

“And that sigh?” Roman asked.

“Nothing. Just breathing in this fresh air.” I replied.

“I hope that is a good thing.”

“Of course it is.” I said with a giggle. I stopped moving my arms and just laid there staring up at the sky. Roman seemed to follow me just as the first few snow flakes began to fall down again.

“You don’t really ever speak about your family.” Roman said. His words did not take me by surprise as I had purposely been avoiding  that subject every time we brought up the family topic. There were obvious reasons for that of course. Though I knew I could not run away from speaking about it to Roman for ever. Especially if I ever wanted to get closer to him.

“My family is complicated.” I eventually started to say, choosing my words carefully because I really did not want to end up chasing Roman away so soon. “My mom and dad met as teenagers and for some or other reason my mom refused to marry my dad even after falling pregnant with me. I believe it has to do with the fact that my dad was never super wealthy to support the lifestyle she always wanted to have. Of course they split and my dad had to struggle to keep in contact with me. My mom married numerous times and my dad never stopped loving her. He just kept making sure that he saw me every chance he got. I started to enjoy each time my mom got a divorce because than she would drop me off by my dad and leave me there for long periods at a time.”

“I take it you don’t have a very good relationship with your mother than?” Roman said.

“I don’t. My dad was my savior. My mom on the other was far from it.” I said. “She was not exactly a poor mother in a materialistic manner. She always made sure I had things which I may not even have ever wanted or liked while my dad made sure I was loved and had everything I really needed. Attention, honesty and someone who wanted and needed to understand me.” That was definitely my dad. He always knew exactly what I needed and when I needed it.

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