Tatiana and Alexander (The Bronze Horseman, #2)

by Paullina Simons

But there Alexander still was, standing on that street, on that curb, in the sun, looking at her under the elms, looking at provenance across from him, provenance in a white dress with red roses, licking her ice cream with red lips, singing. His and only his for one hundred minutes, blink of an eye and gone.

It all was, it was, but now it had passed and the blizzard cloaked it, leaving emptiness and light. Passed forever, and he was here forever, still on the street forming and reforming his screaming heart.

Release me, Tatiana, release me, forgive me, forget me, let me forget you. I

want to be free of you, free of your face, free of your freedom, free of your fire, free, free, free.