“So you just wanted to fuck?” Why then all these confessions?

Cyril's words reached my ears as if through cotton wool. It just couldn't be true! Not! Couldn't! He used me like the last whore! He took advantage of my body and spat in my soul without even realizing how much I love him!

“You wouldn’t just give it to me.

What are you talking about, Cyrus? You couldn't. You are not that kind of person.

I repeated this, trying, first of all, to convince myself of my words.

- How do you know what kind of person I am, Yaroslava? We haven't been friends like we used to.

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