[Coming out of the dreams with the reminder of his mistake bleeding down his face, has left the Darkling with lingering shame and the same desperate yearning for Alina that soared through his veins at the Winter Fete. Alina's own admission to where the night might have ended, if it hadn't been for his mother and his own guarded personality, is too much.
Alina is dangling his ever desire in front of him, that she will listen. That she will believe and doing this over the impersonal network is unbearable.
The flickering of hope that her actions in his dream kindled, flares.]
You did deserve to know, but Alina, this is not the place for it. Meet me, and we can talk about this.
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Alina is dangling his ever desire in front of him, that she will listen. That she will believe and doing this over the impersonal network is unbearable.
The flickering of hope that her actions in his dream kindled, flares.]
You did deserve to know, but Alina, this is not the place for it. Meet me, and we can talk about this.