Demyan
I had been sitting out on the balcony of my bedroom for what felt like forever. From the moment Dad left Vasilisa had not come out of her room, EJ had stayed with Pa and I was left alone to my own misery which I deserved. I had cried so much that I did not think I could produce any more tears as I hugged my knees close to my chest.
The house had never been more eerily silent and it was all because of me. A part of me wished I had never left Russia to begin with. In fact a large part of me wished I had never left London when I was eighteen. I wished I had never gotten a scholarship and my dream job at one of the top dance studios in the world just like Pa.
