WALKING BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS

Raisa?s words fall like a guillotine upon her heart, and Virgil cannot help that she takes a step back. For a second she feels anger, jealousy, possessiveness; she wants to find the man who dared to touch her lover and bring him to his knees. She wants to walk away, and yet she does not. How could she? It is not as if Raisa has taken another to her heart; Virgil never forbid any from her bed, never specified. And she had, after all, been gone for quite some time.
She does not move closer, a sigh leaving her lips as she debates what it is she will do with herself. ?Raisa I?.I can forgive that,? she says gently, ebony lips quirking upwards into a soft smile. Perhaps she can forgive, but she will not forget. She does not say this, but perhaps Raisa will understand if Virgil is a bit more possessive. ?But if we?.if we are serious, if it is my heart you want, you cannot do this again,? she tells her. It should be a given, but Virgil wishes to make herself absolutely clear.