Her back is to the road, so I only get a glimpse of her profile as we drive by. Her curly dark hair that I could run my hands through. Her petite frame that I remember wrapped around me. Her luscious lips that I still fantasize about kissing.
She’s back in Dubreva.
And it could be my last chance to redeem myself to her.
“Stop the car!” I tell the driver.
“What?” he asks, confused.
“NOW!” I demand, opening the door.
The driver is forced to pull over to a non-parking area, half-blocking one of the lanes of traffic. I hear the angry honks of the cars behind us, but I don’t care as I undo my seatbelt and slide out. I use my cane to cover the distance as fast as possible, barely noticing the pain in my leg.
She sees me too, as the angry horns have caused her to look in my direction. Her eyes fall on me, and I see them widen in…fear? No, it can’t be fear. If anything, it should be anger. After all, I was the one who had insulted her that night.
I didn’t know what it was like to be humble.
My heart thrums in my throat as I stop ten meters away, unable to take my eyes off her.