Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 26
Hestepsforward,andinstinctivelyIstepback.Hestops,andtheanguishinhisexpressionispalpable,hisgrayeyesburning.
“Idon’twantyoutogo,”hemurmurs,hisvoicefulloflonging.
“Ican’tstay.IknowwhatIwantandyoucan’tgiveittome,andIcan’tgiveyouwhatyouneed.”
Hetakesanotherstepforward,andIholdupmyhands.
“Don’t,please.”Irecoilfromhim.There’snowayIcantoleratehistouchnow,itwillslayme.“Ican’tdothis.”
Grabbingmysuitcaseandmybackpack,Iheadforthefoyer.Hefollowsme,keepingacarefuldistance.Hepressestheelevatorbutton,andthedoorsopen.Iclimbin.
“Good-bye,Christian,”Imurmur.
“Ana,good-bye,”hesayssoftly,andhelooksutterly,utterlybroken,amaninagonizingpain,reflectinghowIfeelinside.ItearmygazeawayfromhimbeforeIchangemymindandtrytocomforthim.
Theelevatordoorscloseanditwhisksmedowntothebowelsofthebasementandtomyownpersonalhell.
TAYLORHOLDSTHEDOORopenforme,andIclimbintothebackofthecar.Iavoideyecontact.Embarrassmentandshamewashoverme.I’macompletefailure.IhadhopedtodragmyFiftyShadesintothelight,butit’sprovedataskbeyondmymeagerabilities.Desperately,Itrytokeepmyemotionsbankedandatbay.AsweheadoutontoFourthAvenue,Istareblanklyoutthewindow,andtheenormityofwhatI’vedoneslowlywashesoverme.Shit—I’velefthim.TheonlymanI’veeverloved.TheonlymanI’veeversleptwith.Igasp,ascripplingpainslicesthroughme,andtheleveesburst
