Natalia:
“Nat…”
“The bath is ready for you, Blake” I said, stopping him, not wanting him to dwell on the subject.
I knew that he was well aware of the struggles that I have been through; however, I was never really one to actually voice them out like that. The fact that my parents wanted to choose to give me up as a child never left my mind, and no matter how old I got, or how many times I tried to convince myself to just let it slide, I couldn’t. I was too hurt by them to do so.
“Natalia, don’t” Blake said, wrapping his arm around my waist, stopping me from taking a step forward.
My chest ached, but I couldn’t say a word to respond to him, and my body wouldn’t even let me move from his grip if I tried. He pulled me to his chest, ignoring the fact that nothing should be touching his
