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CHAPTER NINE → ROLLING LIKE THUNDER.
i woke up wailing. my body was quivering, i felt small and alone- desperate. i missed boris muttering nonsense into my ears when i was weak like this, and his soft touches at my hair and face.
there was a knock at my door. i then realised it was 12pm.
"your friend is here." xandra grunts from outside the door. my friend? maude?
i sit up, straightening my posture and untucking myself from my bed, and rushing to put some socks on. i was only in an old beatles t-shirt which once belonged to my mother.
my bedroom door clicks open as i hike on my other sock, hopping on one foot. i look up, and through my hair which falls in my eyes i can make out a pale and lanky figure- with a reak or cigarette smoke entering the room too.
boris.
i look at (the mess of) him. i cross my arms, and flip my hair out of my face. my cheeks are cold, and my vision is blurred with tears.
"i come to apologise." boris sighs, shrugging. it was very rare he'd admit he was wrong. he always had to be the man on top; the alpha male. instead, he seemed frail and truthful. it stung.
"okay...?" i sass, quickly turning around and fiddling with small ballerina figurines which are collected on a shelf from when i was a small child.
i feel two long arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into a warm chest. boris's pushes his face into my back, squeezing me tight.
"so sorry." he mumbles, loosening his hold on me so i can turn around to face him. god i missed the sound of him rolling his 'r's.
boris holds my forearms, and i hold his, as we admire each other. i'm still mad at him, sure, but he seems sincere enough. for now. he then holds my face with his callused hands, rough and uncomfortable on my wet cheeks.
"i will never leave you again, doroha. you so special to me, and is not good of me to treat you how i did." boris confesses in a soft but still raspy voice.
i press my lips into a thin line. "are you still with kotku?"
"yes, i love her. and i love you too, in different way." boris explains, attempting to smile. it's uncommon that he does (smile) and most times is when he wants me to be convinced- this is one of those times. natural smiles don't occur to boris as they often would to normal people,but when he does, although they're rare, they are beautiful. crooked teeth and all.
