Where are you Rita?

Rita’s story

I know now that there are four weeks since I have been taken. Sarah had the decency at least to tell me how long has it passed. I don’t know if Miron gave up on me, I haven’t heard from him and neither Sarah called him. My heart tells me that he is still looking for me. Oh, God, please do a miracle so that he could find me. I can no longer resist here.

I spend the last two days thinking of him, of his sweet face, his gorgeous hazel eyes, his way of loving me, sometimes gentle sometimes rough. The day of my accident was so long ago but it feels like yesterday. How he stood there, coming every single day to check on me, to make sure I will make it.

Then those days passed and we met and I didn’t believe he was him because I was blind. How stupid of me. I could have recognized him from his low voice. But I was too busy with the fact that I survived and nothing really cared anymore. Finally when I realized who he was a big storm broke out into my soul. I was always wondering h