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“They saved me from that eternal starvation.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Don’t pity me or this will be the last time I share anything with you.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I had no business pitying you, and I didn’t really mean to. Empathizing just comes naturally to me. But I swear to Tchaikovsky, I won’t do it again.”
I have known a lot of people. Some are secretive as fuck, others are fake, some are real, but all of them, without a doubt, hide a piece of themselves.
Annika is the only one who’s been this upfront about herself. What you see is literally what you get—most of the time.
I have a feeling that I can pull out the darkness lurking beneath the surface if I dig deeper and tug harder.
The fact remains, she’s the only one who’d admit to doing wrong without bothering to offer excuses.
And I might like that a bit too much.
She pushes the third dish, pasta, in front of me.
I take it, swallow a salty-as-fuck bite, then lean back on a hand with the plate on my lap. “What’s with you and Tchaikovsky?”
She beams, her face brightening as if she’s meeting her idol. “He’s my god. You know how people worship Jesus, Allah, and Buddha? I listen to Tchaikovsky’s ballets, concertos, and symphonies. They give me the same spirituality that religions strive for. It started when I was maybe four and Mom took me to my first ballet. I legit cried watchingSwan Lakeand got lost in Tchaikovsky’s brilliance. As soon as we got home, I told her, ‘We need to talk, Mom. I decided that I’m totally gonna be a swan when I grow up, so convince Papa and make it happen. Pretty please.’”
I glide my fork on the plate without eating. It’s not that I hate the saltiness so much, but her storytelling in that soft, energetic voice is more entertaining than food.
That’s a first.
“I assume she did make it happen?” I ask for no other reason than to keep her talking.
“At the beginning? She was totally against it. So, the thing is, and I found out more about this as I grew up from Mom’s favorite guard and best friend, Yan—he happens to be Papa’s least fave, by the way, because Papa can be petty and jealous. Anyway, Mom was like an iconic prima ballerina in the New York City Ballet, but her career ended abruptly. After that, she kind of hated the whole scene and only began coming to terms with her career ending when I was young, which is why she took me to that show in the first place. She has friends there—big-name directors, choreographers, and ballerinas. Still, she didn’t want me to experience that life. So instead of helping me convince Papa, he had to be the one to convinceher. Shocker, I know. Couldn’t believe it myself. In the end, it all worked out and she agreed to let me start taking classes a few months after my first trip to ballet.” She sighs and sips on her juice. “I was so sure I wanted to be a ballerina. I even managed to get into several shows in high school and did so well, but Mom convinced me to try college for a year, study art from an academic perspective and see if maybe I like it better than ballet. I agreed more for the adventure than anything, and the chance to leave Papa’s watchful gaze, even temporarily. I’m not sure which one I like the best. I’ll just decide at the end of the year.” She lifts her head, eyes widening. “Sorry about that. I got carried away, I guess.”
“About what?”
“You…won’t say I talk too much?”
“You do talk too much.”
“Oh.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Oh.” This one comes with a grin. “But, you know, I feel like I talk too much around you because you talk too little. Someone has to fill the silence.”
“Why does it have to be filled?”
“Isn’t it human nature to socialize and form connections?”
“Not all humans are the same.”
“That’s true. I didn’t realize your type existed before.”
“My type?”
“Looks like a prince and has the tastes of the devil. Totally caught me off guard and blindsided the hell out of me.”
My lips tilt in a smirk. “The tastes of the devil, huh?”
“Duh, have you seen your face when you inflict pain—wait a minute, are you smiling?” She pulls out her phone and snaps what seems like a thousand pictures, long after I return to my blank face.
