why did you run?

No te cierres cielo, por favor no, te estoy empezando a amar y me vuelvo vulnerable a ti; tengo miedo de tu huida, entiendo que te asuste mi forma de querer, pero ya no puedo hacerlo a medias, mi amor es todo o nada.

It was the old, faint sorrow in his face that prompted her to ask then, formally, “Will you sit at the high table this night, winter-king?” She spoiled the effect by adding in practical tones, “The boyars are all falling off their benches by now; there is room.” Morozko laughed, but she thought he looked surprised. “I have been a vagabond in the halls of men, but it has been a long time–long and long–since I was invited to the feasting.” “Then I invite you,” said Vasya. “Though this is not my hall.”