"The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own."
— Willa Cather
Vasilisa Smirnov
Alexei and I pretended that day never happened, as the days blurred together into a monotonous haze,Alexei returned to his brutal and Insufferable self.Everything about him grated on my nerves, the way he moved through my house—the house like he owned it and the decisions he made without consulting me and most of all the way he watched over me like I was some fragile child that needed constant surveillance at all times.
He was beyond infuriating, it had only been two weeks since I returned to this darn house and I could feel my sanity slipping with each passing day—just as I had predicted. I was forced to endure the suffocating tension that hung over us like a dark cloud.
