He cupped her face, tears mingling with rain. “Then I will spend forever making sure you never have to.”
“And the woman in Milan?” Ana’s voice trembled, though she wished it wouldn’t. julija ljubavni romani
Because love, in the end, is not about never falling apart. It is about finding your way back—again and again. He cupped her face, tears mingling with rain
She turned, lifting her chin. “Because words on paper cannot heal a wound made by silence, Mateo. You chose to leave. You do not get to choose when to return.” He cupped her face
Now, he was back.
And under the weeping sky, among the vines that had witnessed their beginning, Ana and Mateo kissed—not as strangers, not as ghosts, but as two wounded hearts choosing to heal together.