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The kiss felt like it was over in an instant. Joe notices Katrina drop her head down, the Samoan was deeply truly hoping that she would think about what was about to happen. He really didn’t want things to end between the two of them. Their relationship meant the world to him, no matter what anyone said. He was really hoping he could convince her otherwise, what else could he do? Joe begins to listen to what she was saying to him, but he never backed up. Not once. He was at a lost for words that she still told him to go away. 

 “Kat…Baby girl….” He whispers to her, Joe looks into her eyes. “Please….Please reconsider…” His eyes began to tear up a little bit. Looking down at the floor, Joe needed to close his eyes for a second. He didn’t want his tears to break through. “I don’t want to leave you, Kat. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.” He mumbles to her, he didn’t know what was going to happen next. He had a terrible feeling that she was going to hit him with something. There had to be a reason for all of this happening.

Fucking hell, why was this happening? She pressed her wrists to her forehead and choked on a sob that forced its way through her barrier, the tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. She took a step back from him, and then another, but she couldn’t seem to get far enough from the Samoan. This was too damn hard, she just wanted it to end, but she couldn’t go back and just forget everything - no, she was in too deep now.

For what was minutes, Katrina could do nothing but try and breathe through the lump in her throat and the constriction in her chest, as if were lungs were being squeezed by emotional distraught and pressure. Her eyes were closed for those few moments, but when she opened them again her bright blues were misty with salty moisture. Jaw clenched hard and she shook her head. He was forcing her to do this.

Katrina slapped him. 

Then she attempted to push him, hands pressing against his chest and shoving him with what strength she had, which to Roman probably felt like nothing comparatively. She wasn’t very strong, but perhaps it wouldn’t matter as much as the action itself. She tried it again, heavy sobs and sharp whimpers escaping her.  “Go - just leave! Go!” 

* interview the writer

Similar tastes in music, the love for dogs, hair and eye color. Despite her behavior when at work, Katrina’s very shy and guarded, and doesn’t like to be around too many people so much outside of her work environment. She’s also very self conscious and very hard on herself, something that I’ve been dealing with for years as well.