"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him,
"Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?"
Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, espe...
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I am Niklaus Vladimir, I am not damned to be broken forever, for I am emerging healing. I am the Vice President of Czechoslovakia, my people associate my name with hope, with change, I am an outstretched hand to drowning souls. I am a husband, a protector, I vowed to be a sacred sanctuary to my wife.
My wife, my wife, my wife.
Nadya lays on top of my chest, her thick curls splayed onto my chest, her breath rising ever so slowly. Her eyes are closed and she is asleep, my mind flashes back to images of last night and I trace my fingers over the fullness of my lips, the crook of my neck, running my fingers through my hair— all the places she touched. I recall the soft sounds that escaped her mouth and the infinity of completeness I felt inside her.
It was almost as if despite the fact that we had separated long ago, pieces of her memory lived on inside of me.
As an intellectual, I often didn't believe it when people spoke of how once married two become one body, one soul. But now, now consider me a believer. Because I feel Nadya everywhere, in my blood, in my bones, in my every breath. And all of a sudden my heart feels too big for my body and it's almost like I can't fit inside, a wave of emotion far greater than anything I've ever felt overcomes me.
