>>11101920I don't understand what has happened. It's like I got hypnotized by staring into her eyes; Yuri has stolen my heart. I'm entirely under her spell. Yuri makes me want to be a better man. I want to grab things off of tall shelves for her. Yuri makes me want to protect her. I want to hold her in my arms. I want to treat her to an expensive dinner. I want to sit in the garage of our modest home and watch thunderstorms together. I want to have her wake up and look at me with her tired, slightly out of focus eyes and watch her mouth curl into a subtle cheeky smirk. I want to stay in and curl up under a blanket together and watch her favorite movie together for the third time.
I want Yuri to be able to come to me, scared, shaking and confused. She won't be able to get her words out. I'll look down and see that the her white clothes are splotched with what looks to be red wine. The realization will dawn on me, I'll ask her if it's blood. Her glance will shift down towards to the floor, her shoulders gently heaving as she begins to silently weep. I'll prepare a bath for her- her breathing starts to even out as she disrobes and slips into the tub. She tells me that she doesn't want to talk about it right now, but asks that I don't leave her alone. Time passes and she cleans herself up. I hand her a towel and go grab her a fresh set of clothes. Her story is disjointed and incoherent at times, but I know what we have to do. I go the closet and lace up my set of boots. I grab the old spade from the shed, and the pool cover to be a makeshift tarp. I lead her to the car, and ask her if she can show me where the body is. Again, she breaks my gaze by glancing to the floor. She silently nods. We get into the car together, neither of us talk. Yuri stares out the window with a distant look.
