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I went to a dumb drat part and I drunk and now I hate you. I seriously hate u.
Why did you have to make me fall in love with u.
Where are the jounrals?
Send me MY journals, Konstantinn. You know they are mine.
They were never yours to begin with.
I woke the next morning to banging in my head and a twisted stomach. Immediately I checked my phone, forcing back the bile rising in the back of my throat.
I waited all night for a text. He never responded. Taking my phone, I threw it across the room and let it hit the wall. I fought back the tears and clenched my shaking fingers into fists.
The hangover was a blessing in disguise. It allowed me to forget the aching in my heart. I knew better than to drink, especially on
my medication. But I needed one night to cut loose and forget the pain of loving someone from afar.
The banging returned and I shook my head under my pillow. Big mistake. I groaned through the raging migraine I was dealing with, my stomach churning once again. I shot up and ran for the bathroom, making it to the toilet before I was vomiting clear liquid and the Taco Bell I’d consumed before passing out last night. I was never, ever drinking again. Or eating Taco Bell.
After I expelled every last drop I could in my body, I stood up and gargled with mouthwash, then rinsed my face before walking back to my room to crash. I halted in my steps when the pounding returned, and I realized it was coming from the door. My brows furrowed.
Bleary-eyed, I stumbled to answer it. The sooner I could make the noise stop, the faster I could climb back into bed and pass out. I wanted to go back to sleep and pray this was all a dream.
Reaching for the knob and bolt, I opened the door and sobered right up.
Heart instantly racing, my lips parted in absolute shock. I blinked rapidly.
After three years of no calls, no texts, nothing so much as a picture, just yearly journals filled with his thoughts and desires, except for this year, the stupid Russian who’d claimed my heart years ago stood in front of me.
My lips parted further. Tears immediately welled in my eyes.
“Allo, Malysh.”
Epilogue
Thirteen Years Later
Kova
"Come, Lili. Come to Daddy."
I stayed squatted as I waved my fingers, encouraging her to take a step.
Her chunky bowlegs were apprehensive as she attempted to walk to me for the first time. Drool fell from her toothless smile and plopped on the chalky floor next to her purple toenails. Mia, her older sister, had painted them for her when she was sleeping because she does not ever sit still any other time.
I had four daughters, all gorgeous, just like their mother. And all under the age of six.
I was fucked.
Double fucked.
I was cursed, certain I had pissed someone off in another life. I do not even joke anymore that God was testing me. I knew he was.
Lili picked up her stubby leg. Just like the time before, I held my breath and hoped this would be the first step she took. My knees were screaming in rebellion staying in this position so long, but I held still if that meant seeing her walk.
"Da, Da, Da," she babbled.
More slobber fell to the floor. Lili had a slight Russian accent, but my wife insisted it was just baby speak. I firmly believed she was wrong, and I told her that often. It made her heated and she would argue; she was even more beautiful when she was fired up.
