“You’re getting married, aren’t you?” I hesitate for a moment before looking at her. Her eyes are glimmering as she gives me a watery smile. All I find myself capable of doing is nodding once. Skyla flattens her mouth and nods as she faces forward once more. “To Maryia?” she guesses. “Yeah,” I say, hurt and anguish warring inside of me as I do. She swallows roughly before facing me. “She’s really pretty, and kind. You could do worse,” Skyla says with a smile that couldn’t be any more strained if she tried. “I could do a hell of a lot better, too,” I say, cupping her face in my hands as I begin
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