An Angel Sins | Aftermath || Roman & Anastasia
It was the greatest and worst sight she’d ever seen. Roman passed money off to a guard and soon the two were alone. Guilt hit her square in the chest and tears stung her eyes. She felt as though she’d betrayed him, as though she were dirty now and no longer worthy of Roman. She wanted to reach out, to seek comfort in his arms but she wasn’t sure he’d want to touch her. She worried this was a goodbye, his chance to tell her she’d lost what made her valuable and so she was worthless.
She couldn’t handle that. Losing Roman right after she got him back, it would tear her apart. Tears slipped over her cheeks and she began to plead with a desperation that spoke of all her guilt and self hate now that she wasn’t pure.
“Please forgive me. I-I didn’t want to. I had no choice. I tried to stay… to not give… I just… Please…” Her sentence was left unfinished but spoke a thousand words. Please don’t see me as a used and abused doll. Please don’t prove that I’m broken and useless like you once said. Please don’t break my heart again…
The sight of her tears made his world fell apart. The selfish bastard in him assumed that it had something to do with him, to do with the fact that he was there and she didn’t want to see him, that he failing her again had broke things to a point of no return. And then it hit him that this might not be about him at all, that maybe she just finally broke down because of what she had been forced to do, that she was hurt, that she was just down right sad and that was why she was crying. Him being there had nothing to do with it.
Please forgive me...
His eyes widen in surprise, she was the last person that needed forgiveness in that room. He wasn’t sure why she was asking for forgiveness, why she was breaking down on him like that. Roman would have expected coldness, numbness from her, not tears, not walls breaking in front of him. Everything in him jumped to attention and he pull her to his arms.
“Kitty...”
His voice was soft as he said her name looking at her with much admiration in his eyes as he had before. She was still his little fighter, the girl he treasure from all those months, the girl he wanted to call his. Nothing had changed that, even if he couldn’t find a way to say that.
“Look at me...”











