Julia Blackwood

As soon as you let go — the person instantly comes back. As if they feel it: they are no longer a resident of your heart. I had just decided that he was my past. A mistake. Pain. A lesson. But Bohdan Saveliev decided otherwise. The man who, time after time, pushed me away like an unwanted girl, burst into my life again — swiftly, persistently, without the right to refuse. For a second, it seemed like there would be no more pain. But it seems he simply doesn’t know any other way. Or maybe our story is an endless swing between “go” and “stay,” between pride and love, between fear and the madness of feelings. Because no matter how much I resist — in his eyes now there is only one thing to read: “You’re mine…”