Olivia’s POV It’s the weekend, and I am bored. Staying home alone can be Lonely sometimes I must admit. And feeling alone can make you get creative, soon enough I am in my quest room technically a storage room now. I start organizing things I haven’t touched in years. Boxes of books, scarfs I forgot I owned, I find myself on the floor, my legs are folded beneath me sorting through drawers of papers. Then I see a small folded piece of paper stuck in the corner of an old jewelry box, I pull it out carefully. I already know what’s in it before I unfold it. A passport photo of Rodrigo. The colours have dulled over time. He’s not smiling. Of course he is not. He hates cameras, thought photos were for people who had nothing to do with their lives. Always said it anytime I had asked for a picture. Because I said I wanted to carry a piece of him with me, even when I couldn’t see him. He had grumbled and rolled his eyes. But he still did it. Now here he is. Frozen in time. In th
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