Love Story
Camila Nogueira beautiful story about lovelove story short
the boy said softly, "don't you recognize me?"
The old man's hands trembled on the covers and Clive bent down and took them in his own. My God, how thin he was! How he had aged! Those hands that he had so admired and that guided him in his painting... It had been a long time since Clive had felt so moved. When he finally spoke, it took a great effort to make his voice sound natural.
“It's me… Clive. The prodigal son. Remember?
The old man's eyes filled with tears, he took a deep breath and said in a guttural voice: