well, i hope you can forgive yourself for this. because i'm not so sure i will. that's what happens when you've done the one worst thing you could have possibly done to me.
i understood your explanation the first time. it doesn't change how i feel. it doesn't convince me that you love me. so if that's what you're hoping for, i don't need to hear it again. just like you don't need to hear mine again. don't worry, i've said all i had to say. it didn't matter anyway.
i understand if you can't. for what it's worth, i'm sorry. i really am. i'm sorry it came to this. i knew at the start that i shouldn't have let myself fall for you, because i always knew that eventually i'd have to take my place with my family. it was wrong of me to allow you to get caught between this. i sincerely hope that one day you'll believe that i did love you. that i do love you. i'm just sorry that i couldn't show you. everything you've said to me matters, alina. more than ever now that i think we might be saying less and less to each other as time passes. i'm still here for you if you need me or even just want me.
i wish it was worth more to me than it is. but i can't believe it. your words and your promises don't carry weight when they've all been empty.
[ it's kinder to leave it there, rather than tear every single shred of his apology to pieces — much as she doesn't feel particularly inclined toward kindness, in the moment. ]
it's not "couldn't". it's "wouldn't". but i'm giving you the chance to prove it, so i'd politely suggest not taking it for granted. i don't need pity or charity from you, nikolai. you've already told me you won't have time for me.
do you really feel as though this entire time i've never loved you? that the times i've said it i didn't mean it? that in everything i've done i've never shown it? have you not felt it at all from me?
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that's what happens when you've done the one worst thing you could have possibly done to me.
i understood your explanation the first time. it doesn't change how i feel.
it doesn't convince me that you love me. so if that's what you're hoping for, i don't need to hear it again.
just like you don't need to hear mine again. don't worry, i've said all i had to say.
it didn't matter anyway.
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for what it's worth, i'm sorry. i really am. i'm sorry it came to this.
i knew at the start that i shouldn't have let myself fall for you, because i always knew that eventually i'd have to take my place with my family. it was wrong of me to allow you to get caught between this.
i sincerely hope that one day you'll believe that i did love you. that i do love you. i'm just sorry that i couldn't show you.
everything you've said to me matters, alina. more than ever now that i think we might be saying less and less to each other as time passes.
i'm still here for you if you need me or even just want me.
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your words and your promises don't carry weight when they've all been empty.
[ it's kinder to leave it there, rather than tear every single shred of his apology to pieces — much as she doesn't feel particularly inclined toward kindness, in the moment. ]
it's not "couldn't". it's "wouldn't".
but i'm giving you the chance to prove it, so i'd politely suggest not taking it for granted.
i don't need pity or charity from you, nikolai. you've already told me you won't have time for me.
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have you not felt it at all from me?
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that's the worst part. that you could love me and still do this to me anyway.