【♥】Reαsons To Love【♥】➳「 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗚𝘂𝗻 」ENG

》13《 Pain, Feeling And Tenderness

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ

▂▃▅▆▇ 🍋13 - Pain, Feeling And Tenderness 🍋▇▆▅▃▂

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ 

Gun's heart was pounding very fast. His stomach contracted nervously enough to make him nauseous. And his mind was as sinister as the dark clouds that clouded the sky. Heart on the edge of his lips, the musician awaited for the verdict. His judgment.

He had been waiting at the bottom of the building where Pruhaya lived for an hour. He rang on the intercom but got no answer. Part of him couldn't help but think that his girlfriend was in her house but chose to ignore him on purpose. A little earlier, he had had a telephone conversation with the young woman which had gone rather badly. The musician's voice was trembling, alternating between sobbing and cries of revolt. Not knowing if she should cry or get angry. At first she was lost in denial, refusing to believe these rumors. But Gun knew the lie wouldn't help. He had tried to explain, to justify himself. But the words of the sobbing young woman were difficult to assimilate. Gun had found it extremely difficult to keep his voice from twitching. In the end, at the end of her strength, she had to hang up, telling him not to come see her again. Gun froze, listening to the rhythmic dial tone of the phone indicating the end of a call.

Without hesitation, he had gone to the young woman's building to try to talk to each other face to face. He owed her that. So, uncertain, he waited at the bottom of his building, while preparing a speech. Excuses. But everything seemed bland. Inappropriate in front of a broken heart. Because in truth, Gun had no excuses. But he couldn't bring himself to let it end like this. He wanted to confront her. And talk to her while trying to heal her wounds. It was probably ridiculous. Foolish. But he couldn't bring himself to give up. To let the girl he loved suffer because of him. He had to do something. And see her. He wanted to see her face even though she probably shouldn't see his.

After a moment that seemed like an eternity, the silhouette of the young woman finally appeared in the lobby of the building. She trudged forward, her guitar case over her shoulder. And even from that distance, Gun could see the tired, tear-drenched features of the young woman.

Not having seen him, she left the building to go outside, on her way to her rehearsals. Gun got up from the wall he was waiting on and rushed in her direction.

"Pruhaya !" Gun called in a loud, agitated voice.

The sound of his voice made a stunned glance raise in his direction. The musician froze for a few seconds before her face darkened drastically. Her eyes flashed and her aura grew darker.

Irritated, she turned on her heels without a word, choosing to ignore the boy and took a brisk walk in the opposite direction. Although troubled and anguished, the redhead didn't let himself be taken down so easily and rushed after her, his throat tight and his emotions stirred.

"Wait, Pruha !" He begged, catching up with her. He tried to stand in front of her to stop her walk, which earned him a murderous look.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore !" She replied coldly, without preamble, bypassing him to resume her way, as if nothing had happened. As she radiated anger and a sense of humiliation.