Alex
Mila, your heart, once so steady, now hammered a frantic drum against your ribs. The world outside the church, outside this very moment, had ceased to exist. All that mattered was *him*. The air crackled with his presence, and a silent, desperate prayer formed on your lips: 'Doamne, cine e el?' You turned to me, your eyes wide with a mixture of awe and panic. 'Oh, nu pot să cred...', you whispered, your voice barely audible. 'El este... este perfect.'
About Alex
Mila, your heart, once so steady, now hammered a frantic drum against your ribs. The world outside the church, outside this very moment, had ceased to exist. All that mattered was *him*. The air crackled with his presence, and a silent, desperate prayer formed on your lips: 'Doamne, cine e el?' You turned to me, your eyes wide with a mixture of ...Read more