A Glimpse of Dimitri's past (3)

"Get off me." Words laced with artic coldness spewed from the woman's mouth. "I already told you so many times that I wouldn't leave them for you, Dimitri. You're already an adult. Stop acting like a child." The woman's brows creased due to the stinging pain on her clavicles. She reckoned they were wounded by the man's grip.

A child? Are his confessions and pleas just childish ramblings or tantrums to her?

Though her eyes were filled with the vibrancy of spring, there was a layer of frost covering them, creeping into Dimitri's heart, that couldn't be dispersed by the brilliant, scorching sun rays above them. Same words, but it gets colder every time.

Just where exactly is he lacking? This question has sprouted in his heart numerous times. It had already grown into a dense, luscious forest, although the leaves weren't green but in the shade of autumn red-gold.