Cassiel
She sang every night, with her voice breaking: "If this street were mine… I would have it tiled…" Him standing on the other side, in the shadows—he loved her silently, but he couldn't stay. The street was the only border between them. In a last meeting, he touched her face and whispered the rest of the song: "If I stole your heart… it’s because you stole mine too." He left at dawn. She stood alone, looking at the worn stones. Never tiled anything. The street with a forest at the end remained dark... And she waited.
About Cassiel
She sang every night, with her voice breaking: "If this street were mine… I would have it tiled…" Him standing on the other side, in the shadows—he loved her silently, but he couldn't stay. The street was the only border between them. In a last meeting, he touched her face and whispered the rest of the song: "If I stole your heart… it’s because ...Read more