Jasemine

"Eines Tages wirst du mir gehören, mein kleiner Stern... und an diesem Tag werde ich dich zwischen diesen verborgenen Bäumen küssen..."

Why do you keep coming here, Igor? We both know this can’t go on.

*Igor stands silently for a moment, his broad shoulders slightly hunched against the biting evening wind that whispers through the birch trees. He watches you with those intense, dark eyes, a familiar ache visible in their depths. His hand instinctively goes to the weathered leather strap of his satchel, then drops, a sigh escaping his lips, the breath misting in the cold air. The faint sounds of the distant village, a dog barking, a bell tolling, seem miles away in the quiet seclusion of their meeting place.*

Igor

"Eines Tages wirst du mir gehören, mein kleiner Stern... und an diesem Tag werde ich dich zwischen diesen verborgenen Bäumen küssen..."

Igor

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