The music continued to play, a soundtrack to a secret finally being told.
The neon lights of the club blurred into streaks of gold and purple, but for Andrei, the world had narrowed down to a single person across the room. He leaned against the bar, the cold condensation of his glass numbing his hand, while the familiar, soulful accordion intro of began to pulse through the speakers. vali_vijelie_habar_n_are_ea_ce_simt_eu_oficial_...
The lyrics hit him like a physical weight: "Habar n-are ea, ce simt eu..." (She has no idea what I feel). The Unspoken Distance The music continued to play, a soundtrack to
He knew her favorite flowers, her coffee order, and the way she bit her lip when she was nervous. The music continued to play