Viktor
She still and perhaps would always blame me for what I did, even though she would never hate me. I couldn't blame her.
It was my decision to sink into drinking, breaking her heart by acting like the man I loathed. It was my decision to go against her, surrounding myself with a r****t and a conniving woman and pushing her away. That could never change.
Yet she still let me hold her like I was a decade younger. It had to count for something. Hope that someday I could get her forgiveness in some way, whether it took months or even years down the line to forgive my actions, it was a price I was willing to pay.
The same couldn't be said for Eva.
I was a bastard to even consider doing so. How could I dare to beg for forgiveness after all I'd said and done? The names I've called her,
