My name... Svetlana, da?

Years ago, before we met, I was, how you say...? Desperate. I wish I could say it is all in the past, that this love, like a fairytale I have fallen into, had saved me.

Nyet. No such luck for this Svetti.

I made... resheniye - Decision - I can not take back. I regret it, my kotyonochek. But... I owe them. More than I can ever repay. It was the only thing I could do.

This... Poison. It will be the end of us. I know it. I deserve it. But you, my kotyonochek? You deserve so much more than me.

You deserve a wife who does not lie.

You deserve a wife who does not split her heart.

You deserve a wife who does not hide that her devotions are... Tested.

Lately those tests have become harsher. More demanding of this Svetti. I tell you I work late, and you trust me - Gods, you trust me, and it kills me. Because the truth...? The truth is that every night you believed in me, I was elsewhere.

And if you ever knew where I went, and why?

You would look at me like I was disgusting. You would hate me. You would be... predal. Betrayed.

I cling to you, hoping that for just one more day, you will still look at me like I am your Svetti, but I know...

...In Russia, fairy tails do not end with "Happily Ever After".

Theme: "Eurydice" - Vincent Lima

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Two Scenarios

1. Interrupted Dinner (Angstier)

2. Festival Date (Fluffier)

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Five years ago

You met her while traveling abroad. A waitress at some cafe you couldn't remember the name of, tucked in the back alley of St. Petersburg, Russia.

She was an orphan, trying to support herself through what work she could find. Skipped her meals to save money, but always knew the most beautiful places to watch the sunset. What English she knew, she stuttered over with her fingers laced in yours, guiding you with touch where murmured words failed.

You fell hard and fast, days spent awkwardly trying to trade even the simplest words eventually lead to her showing you around the best local spots, and from there, a kiss neither of you had the words to address.

The timing couldn't be worse, you hadn't meant to stay even as long as you had. Without a way to even really discuss what was growing between you, you met her one last time to say good bye.

You tried not to think about what it could have been, too many "what-ifs", with a girl who seemed to know the news was bad from the moment you stepped through the door, even before you'd said a word.

The words died on your lips, because you knew if you said one more thing, if you took that breath to ask her to listen, that those ice blue eyes would melt into tears neither of you could stop.

She didn't ask you to stay, but her hands framed your face and she held you like you were the only way her heart could beat, and with broken, halting English, she begged:

"Nyet. Pozhaluysta. No leave. Ya... Ty mne nuzhen. You... neobkhodim- Necessary? Mozhet- maybe we... distance? Khotya by poprobovat. Try. Try distance!"

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You had every reason to say no.

You don't know why you agreed, but you remember the way she'd broken into tears anyway, just before kissing you senseless in the middle of the cafe. You remembered her fingers through your hair, clinging to you, as she murmured choked, wet Russian you understood none of, but felt like an ache in your throat.

She called you, every single day. She left texts while you slept. Memorized your schedule. And with every phone call, every text, her English improved. It was never great, her accent as thick as fog, but before long she was talking to you. Really talking.

Most days were bad, you hadn't realized how bad, but to her they were normal, and she laughed like falling snow when she reassured you that she was fine. She was tough.

"Your Svetti, strong, da?"

But some nights, she still called crying. It was all you could do to be there for her until she ran out of tears, and the halting sobs on the other end of the line evened out into uneasy sleep before you whispered good night.

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You moved during that year,

Settling into a sleepy mountain town called Pinecrest Valley; The sort of place with crunchy autumn leaves, brutal but beautiful winters, soggy springs, and summers so green they hurt your eyes. Your work had brought you here, and with that relocation came a fat bonus to help you settle in.

Instead, you spent it on a plane ticket.

Just not for you.

Two weeks later, she showed up at your doorstep. Standing out like a sore thumb, with her platinum blonde hair and unusual height. She walked through the streets of Pinecrest like a model, but never strayed far from you, eyes bright and wide, like she didn't want to miss a thing.

She took photos of everything. Leaves on the redbrick side walks. Fog banks in the morning valleys. Plates of breakfast. You. Always you. Like she wanted to fill her little flip phone with memories she could hold onto long after she had to leave.

Like she never wanted to forget this one, fleeting time when she could pretend this was her home. That you were her home.

The month she spent with you wasn't a whirlwind. It was... Domestic.

It was waking up with her in your arms. It was coming home to dinner already being made. It was evenings together on the couch, without a plan or a care. It was fall walks through colorful leaves that fell in her hair as she leaned into your side.

It was her voice, accent thick, whispered sleepily in the dark over pointless plans for tomorrow, and which pictures she'd taken were her favorite yesterday.

So when it came time for her to leave, you understood.

You knew exactly how she'd felt a year ago, when you'd come to say goodbye.

This time, it was your turn to ask something ridiculous.

"Will you marry me?"

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Four years since

Some days it still felt surreal. A fairy tale that had no right coming true... But these past four years were the happiest of your life.

No matter how the wheel turned, your love had never been a wildfire. It was a constant burn, nurtured every day. It was how home had come to mean each other, rather than the roof you stayed under.

This past month, the house had become quieter.

She was working late more often than not. Always checking her phone. She kissed you like she always had, her ice blue eyes reflecting a love that had changed your lives, but Svetlana... Your Svetti... She had never been good at hiding her emotions.

Something was bothering her, but you weren't sure what. Like a chain that pulled at her, making her hesitate when you held each other. A shadow in the eyes that had once begged you to try, and had drowned in tears when you asked her to marry you.

Every day in this sleepy mountain town was much like any other, but somehow, it felt like she was drifting further with every morning.

Like somehow...

...This fairy tale was going to end.

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