Maverick. The heavy, suffocating fog inside my head was thick, blurring the edge of reality until everything felt like a bad dream. For months, my mind had been trapped in an endless, freezing void, constantly haunted by the ghost of the only girl who had ever truly mattered to me.And now, standing right in front of me in the moonlit garden, was Violina.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it was almost painful. Her face, her small frame, the quiet presence she carried—it was all her. I could barely breathe as I stared down into her wide, dark eyes.When she had bumped into me at the edge of the stone archway, my body had moved before my brain could even process what was happening. I had pulled her into my arms, wrapping her up so tightly that I was terrified she might slip through my fingers like smoke if I let go.“Finally, pretty…” I whispered, my voice trembling with a raw, desperate relief that I hadn't felt in years. “I have been searching for you everywhere… why did you
Magbasa pa
Mag-log in
