Chapter 15

After Sabrina spoke, she stood up and didn't spare Nester another glance. Instead, she turned toward the road, flagged down a cab, and left. Nester lay on the cold ground, staring in the direction she had gone. It felt as if his chest had been brutally torn open, and the pain was so sharp that it sent his whole body into spasms. The physical pain was nothing compared to a fraction of what her words had inflicted. It was the first time he had ever rushed his life for her. When he shoved her out of the way, he hadn't thought about what might happen to himself at all. There had only been one thought in his mind, which was to make sure that she didn't get hurt. Yet, she hadn't looked at him twice. Instead, she said his life disgusted her and that even if he died for her, she wouldn't turn back. Nester closed his eyes as tears mixed with blood and grime slid from the corners. His left arm ended up fractured and wrapped in a cast. His right leg was severely bruised, and he needed crut