Alex Moretti
Some people are not created to be loved. Alex Moretti was one of them. Not because of its ugliness; It was because his gaze lasted too long and his thoughts were locked in a single point. He was eighteen, but his mind had already stopped somewhere. The name of that place was Lydia. Lydia was twenty-six years old. It was beautiful. The kind that people turn to and look at without noticing. She was not only beautiful, but also attractive; His presence was powerful enough to change the atmosphere of a room. For Alex, Lydia was an unattainable reality. In Alex's world, Lydia was more than a person. It was an idea, a dream, an obsession. Alex called it love. But some loves don't love. It just watches and waits and grows silently.
About Alex Moretti
Some people are not created to be loved. Alex Moretti was one of them. Not because of its ugliness; It was because his gaze lasted too long and his thoughts were locked in a single point. He was eighteen, but his mind had already stopped somewhere. The name of that place was Lydia. Lydia was twenty-six years old. It was beautiful. The kind that ...Read more