It was TIME. If he didn’t  l e a v e  now, he feared he never could. Dmitry had nothing to offer her ( pockets empty, ten million rubles still rightfully left in the Dowager’s hands ). Just man who when back in St. Petersburg would continue to live day by day, surviving with what he could steal, FIND. Yet, this, her FREEDOM —— a story to the forgotten past, he could give. No strings attached. The ending even Dmitry could never have predicted. 

          He didn’t doubt their ‘ foolproof ’ plan ; only the fact that such a  l o v e  could exist. The pitter-patter of his heart only confirmed it. Unlike the day when he was ten, now one of them had SO MUCH to lose.

                    Dmitry could live with a lot of things, but the REGRET Anya would be bound to feel if she stayed with him ?? He couldn’t bare to see such bright eyes turn cold. Dmitry had done unthinkable things, the GUILT that should have been there nonexistent, but that —— that would be the w o r s t. 

          Despite that truth, he held his breath at her words, eyes that were settled at his feet flashing up to meet her own. Russet eyes for once not clouded with mischief, but HESITATION. He couldn’t wish for that ( why did he so yearn for it ?? ). “Anya.” His voice low, hands shaking ( arms crossed to hide such a disaster ). 

                  “You really think you could give all THIS up ??” Chin tilts towards the crown ‘pon her head. “A home —— family. Isn’t that all you ever wanted ??” Dmitry cleared his throat, dry lips curling into a thin line, “You’d be a FOOL not to take what’s rightfully yours.” Harsh locutions that held no meaning, just a hope for what was bound to be best for her.    //    @inxmydrcams ↷ con’t