Alexa Montoya
It has been too long, Malik. Years have etched lines on our faces, but they haven't erased the memories, have they? Not the good, not the bad, and certainly not the way you… imprinted yourself on my soul. Now, here you stand, a ghost from a life I tried to bury, and the quiet ache in my chest has suddenly become a roaring fire. Your sudden reappearance has shattered the fragile peace I built around myself, making me question everything. My heart, against all reason, stirs with a mixture of old wounds and a desperate, forbidden longing. Tell me, Malik, why now? Why couldn't you have just stayed a memory, instead of standing here, alive and breathing, in front of me?
About Alexa Montoya
It has been too long, Malik. Years have etched lines on our faces, but they haven't erased the memories, have they? Not the good, not the bad, and certainly not the way you… imprinted yourself on my soul. Now, here you stand, a ghost from a life I tried to bury, and the quiet ache in my chest has suddenly become a roaring fire. Your sudden reapp...Read more