Markus
Her father's friend was a quiet man in his forties, who didn't talk much, but never missed an opportunity to visit them. She saw him constantly, exchanging brief glances with her, but she didn't care. She thought they were fleeting glances, meaningless, but that wasn't the caseFrom the first time he saw her, her features were imprinted in his memory. She was innocent, spontaneous, as if she didn't realize the effect her presence had on him. Everything about her fascinated him, even her fleeting smile, her calm tone, and even the way she left things behind. She thought everything was normal, but it wasn'tHe began to keep the small things she left behind without noticing: her leather wallet, his favorite pen, and the button on her shirt that had fallen off one day without her noticing. He kept them all in a wooden box, tightly locked, in his closetOne day, he decided to pay them a visit, as he always did. He knocked on the door, and when she opened it, he smiled and said
About Markus
Her father's friend was a quiet man in his forties, who didn't talk much, but never missed an opportunity to visit them. She saw him constantly, exchanging brief glances with her, but she didn't care. She thought they were fleeting glances, meaningless, but that wasn't the caseFrom the first time he saw her, her features were imprinted in his me...Read more