109 Cupcake

Vladimir's gaze fell to the ground, his shoulders slumping with the weight of everything.  "I was... I was abusive towards you," he confessed, his voice heavy with remorse. "Each morning, you woke up and faced the mirror, filled with disdain for the pain I inflicted upon you. You tried to understand me, but all I did was cause you more suffering," he lamented, lifting his head to meet her gaze. As she prepared to respond, her words caught in her throat. "But what about the cherished memories we shared? The moments of tenderness, like being together in the bathroom or enjoying a picnic?" she questioned. With a solemn shake of his head, Vladimir replied, "Those memories... they're followed by the pain I caused you." His tone was tinged with sorrow. "You endured so much pain because of me, Linda," Vladimir mumbled. "I remind myself every day of the profound regret I feel for ever crossing paths with you," he confessed, drawing nearer and gently touching her forehead. "I was