Page 46 of Heal Me

He runs his hand through his hair, then puts his hands on his sides, and then flies out of the room.

I don't follow him. He feels guilty about Zlata, and he has every right to, I'm an idiot.

While no one is around, I decide to take out my books and study a little. Difficult theory always makes my brain boil, especially when I realise that it's two in the morning. But I still sit down at the table and start cramming.

Tracheostomy.

Incision and suture of the esophagus.

Vanach and Kreil operations.

Everything is spinning before my eyes. I need to go for an additional portion of green tea.

I walk through the corridors in search of Danylo and only ten minutes later I find him sitting on chairs in the corner.

"What are you doing here?"

"Amelia, what's wrong?"

I turn over my shoulder to see if there is another Amelia here, the one he is addressing like that.

"What is it? You're weird that's what's wrong. First you almost kiss me in your room, then you hug me while I'm sleeping and run away like you're a thief who robbed me."

"It was an accident," he jumps up and stands right in front of me.

I look up at him.

"It wasn't an accident," I touch his arm, "you know that." "Amelia," he groans and lowers his head.

"What?"

But he doesn't answer my question. Our bodies are too close together. I can feel the heat coming from him. He is on fire. And I'm burning too.

I'm burning for him.

"Danylo, don't be silent. Please talk to me. Tell me everything that's going on in your head."

My voice sounds so desperate, like I'm going to cry.

"Push me away, Ami. Push me away so far that I can never come back into your life again."

"I won't do it."

"Please, Amelia, don't do this to me. Don't make me hurt you."

"Hurt me, Danylo. Touch me, bare my soul, fight with me, but don't leave."

I rise on my tiptoes so that my lips are level with his. We are so close to breaking all the rules. We are so close to destroying our own lives.

I can feel his heavy breathing. I can see his struggle. But I am almost suffocating. I need him like people need the sun. But even if the sun disappears from the sky, his lips will help me live on.

But he doesn't kiss me. He turns away. He lets go of my hands. He lets go of me. An unpleasant cold envelops me.

"This is wrong," he almost shouts.

"I know."

"Amelia, please say something that makes me hate you. Say something that will make me get you out of my head for just a minute. Say something to make me stop thinking about you before I go to bed."

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