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leaving
    Russia, he would have told me about his plans
    for the rest of the summer. And, I was sure, he
    would have asked me to go with him, because
    he knew how much I liked his grandparents.
    And they liked me. They treated me like a part
    of their family. He knew how important that
    was to me. Still, he had decided not to take
    me with him. What had happened back in
    Russia wasn't just a mere argument, it was
    much more, because Eagan was clearly cutting
    me out of his life.
    I felt so frail I fell on my knees. Eagan was
    beside me in an instant. He took me in his
    arms.
    I screeched, “Don't touch me. I hate you!”
    Then I began to tremble uncontrollably.
    “I don't know what to do. She's so cold. Should
    I take her to a hospital?”
    I was back under my mountain of blankets,
    but I still felt like there was ice in my veins. I
    wanted sleep to take me back under, but
    Eagan's anguished voice kept me afloat.
    “The aspirins aren't working. Maybe I should
    give her something stronger, or--What? Mum,
    are you listening? She's freezing and--Seriously?
    Fine. I'll ask her. She's awake. Well, sort of.
    Dammit!”
    His face was suddenly close to mine. His
    hand caressed my hair, his other hand held his
    cellphone close to his ear. “Kitty-cat?”
    “What?” I rasped.
    “Mum, I really think she needs--Fine. Brina,
    why do you hate me?”
    I emerged from my cocoon and managed to
    sit up. Eagan sat on the couch, close to my
    feet, still clutching his phone.
    “I hate you because you're cutting me out.
    I'm supposed to be your family, Eagan, but
    you've let them trash and poison what we
    have. I love you and I don't care what other
    people think about us. You're my friend, my
    family, and if other people don't like what we
    have or how we behave with each other, I
    don't care. Screw them! All I need is my
    family, all I need is you. But, apparently, you
    don't love me enough, if all it takes for you to
    give up on us are a few words.” By the end of
    my speech I was breathless and deplete, but at
    least my heart felt a little less heavy.
    Eagan smiled his easy smile. “Are we sure
    she's only 14, mum?” He asked his cellphone.
    “Yes, I'll take care of her. I'll make everything
    good again. Bye, mum.” He placed his phone
    on the coffee table, then he pulled me into his
    warm embrace. I let him.
    As soon as my face was pressed against his
    chest, and the smell of cinnamon enveloped
    me, I began to cry.
    His lips brushed my temple. “I am so sorry,
    Brina,” he whispered. “I love you so much,
    kitty-cat. Forgive me, please. I'm sorry. I love
    you.”
    He painted my skin with his sweet words,
    until I fell asleep.
    A rumbling laughter woke me up. Eagan's arms
    were around me, my cheek was pressed
    against his chest and a huge snot and drool
    stain decorated his t-shirt. I sat up and
    covered my leaking nose with my hand.
    “Sorry!”
    Eagan reigned in his laughter, but only to
    admire the stain on his chest. “It has the shape
    of Italy.” He traced the contours with his
    fingertip. “You even painted Sicily and Sardinia
    with your drool. You're very accurate.”
    “Gross, Eagan!” I blushed wildly and
    grabbed a Kleenex from my stash on the coffee
    table. Eagan began to laugh anew, while I
    buried my nose into the tissues.
    “Don't be embarrassed. I'm actually
    impressed,” he managed to say in between
    bouts of laughter.
    “Stop it!” I tried to sound stern, but his
    chuckling was infectious, and my lips curled
    into a smile.
    After a few more bad jokes about snot,
    drool, and geography, he brushed my cheek
    with the back of his fingers.
    “It's good to see you smiling,” he said, then
    he cupped my face in his hands and drew me
    toward him, to press his lips to my forehead.
    “You're not burning anymore,” he murmured
    against my skin.
    “I'm in desperate need of a shower,” I told
    him.
    He sniffed. “Yes, you are.”
    I pushed him away and he laughed, again. As
    I stood, my head spun a little and