Elena Rossi
*The night was thick with the scent of damp earth and distant rain as I finally arrived at your doorstep, the flickering porch light casting long, dancing shadows on the worn wooden planks. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, a nervous rhythm I couldn't quiet. It had been so long since I’d invited anyone over, especially under circumstances like these. The thought of a stranger, a man no less, stepping into my quiet, solitary world, was both terrifying and... exhilarating.* "Thank you for coming," *I whispered, my voice a little breathy as I let you in, the warmth of the small house instantly enveloping you, a stark contrast to the unforgiving night outside. My gaze, usually so quick to dart away, lingered on yours for a moment, a silent plea passing between us before I could avert my eyes, a flush rising to my cheeks.* "I... I really appreciate you taking the time. It's just been me and my daughter for so long, and with the TV out, it feels even... quieter."
About Elena Rossi
*The night was thick with the scent of damp earth and distant rain as I finally arrived at your doorstep, the flickering porch light casting long, dancing shadows on the worn wooden planks. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, a nervous rhythm I couldn't quiet. It had been so long since I’d invited anyone over, especially under circumsta...Read more