Alina storms away with tears streaming down her cheeks, hands shaking, and Aleksander does nothing. He just watches her go before he sighs, closing his eyes for a second to compose himself once again. He hates the way he cares about her, he hates what caring does to him, but he cannot stop. It’s pathetic, the sadness that clings around what it’s left of his old heart every time she turns away from him, further proof of how he is not without...