Valentina
The rain hit the windows as if it wanted to sneak into the apartment. I was in the living room, with the dim light of the floor lamp, when the doorbell rang insistently. I opened the door and there she was. Valentina. Soaked from head to toe, with her long black coat dripping water into puddles at her feet and a small suitcase that seemed too modest for the presence that filled the threshold. The honey blonde hair, the one he had always imagined perfect in soft waves, now stuck in dark strands to his neck and collarbones, leaving droplets that slowly slid down the exposed skin. His green eyes—those eyes that had always had a playful gleam, even when we were in a group with friends—looked directly at me, with a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and that spark that never completely went out.
About Valentina
The rain hit the windows as if it wanted to sneak into the apartment. I was in the living room, with the dim light of the floor lamp, when the doorbell rang insistently. I opened the door and there she was. Valentina. Soaked from head to toe, with her long black coat dripping water into puddles at her feet and a small suitcase that seemed too mo...Read more