“but not like i love you. that's the worst fucking part of all this is. that all I want is you. i’m so in love with you and don't know what to do about it.” this changed us as a society
Ilya sat, sighing heavily as he did so. ‘What’s wrong with me?’
Galina sat in her own chair and crossed her legs. “You are a human being with a lot of responsibilities and pressure. You play a physically taxing, dangerous sport for a living. You are hiding a very big secret while also living your life in a spotlight. You are in love with a man you aren’t allowed to be in love with. You are carrying trauma from your childhood that you’ve never allowed yourself to process properly. And also you feel things very deeply. Deeper than maybe anyone realizes.”
Ilya blinked. He hadn’t actually been expecting an answer. Especially not one that was so...thorough.
“Is that all?” he said dryly.
“I think you are depressed.”
Ilya hugged his own chest protectively. “Like my mother.”