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1,2,3… Let‘s go bitch

“Yes, Alina,” he says. “I want a life with you. I want to come home, and see you here. Or when I’m gone, I want to know that you’re there, in the world—known to me, that we’re… that this is something. A life between us. That wherever you are, or whatever we each end up doing—that you come here, that this is what feels like home to you. That us, together, feels like something—like that—to you.”

“It will get better, her friends had said. People that care about her, people who saw her pain, and could not touch it, but wanted to soothe it. He did both, once. He did both. And now, he finally looks at her. And again, as she meets his eyes—hard, and exhausted, the sharpness of gentle things, kindness once, closed to her—she thinks: It won’t get better. It will just change. ”

“She can go anywhere she wants, just not the one place she wants. And she feels it: the full impact of her heart breaking. ”

- 🎶AND I CAN GO ANYWHERE I WANT; ANYWHERE I WANT - JUST NOT HOME 🎶😭💔😭💔😭💔

Everywhere: the way that regret makes this city too familiar, too foreign. The experience of fresh grief, in a city that hadn’t held it for her before—she hates it, and she can see it, too—how she could start to hate all of it, every second in this city without him. The pain of a place: the ache of an aftermath.

“It’s something, okay?” Alina concedes. “I don’t know what, but it’s—I like him. Okay? I do. There, happy?”Alina braces herself, but—instead of pushing, Zoya smiles.Beside her, Genya takes a drink of tea, but Alina can see it, too—the grin that isn’t gleeful or sneaky, but, rather: warm, happy, delighted. “Yeah,” Zoya says. “I’m happy with that.”