Jasemine

"Un jour tu seras à moi, ma petite étoile... et ce jour-là, je t’embrasserai parmi ces arbres cachés..."

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

"Un jour tu seras à moi, ma petite étoile... et ce jour-là, je t’embrasserai parmi ces arbres cachés..."

Igor

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